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Gryffindor was losing.
Again.
And not by a small margin. Severalhundredpoints separated Gryffindor from the next highest: Ravenclaw. Odder still was the current champion: Hufflepuff. In all Hermione Granger's years at Hogwarts, she'd never seen Hufflepuff come even close. But there they were, beating even Slytherin rather roundly. The hourglasses did not lie, and Hermione was not the only one who'd beheld them. She could remember seeing the jewels quite well, as she stood outside his office.
He was new. They always seemed to get new professors at Hogwarts; a few positions were revolving doors. But Hermione had been interested in him regardless of the newness. See, he taught a new course, a unique take on magic. The magical world had started catching up, sprang forward magnificently into what amounted to a Steam age. Thus Hogwarts had managed to snag one of the premier Magical Engineers in existence. Hermione had immediately signed up for the course, and, as per usual, excelled magnificently. She'd even managed to put together a working magical gauntlet, though her wand still worked better for her at the moment.
Hermione frowned as she smoothed her uniform skirt down. She'd already been working with him for a while now, earning extra points. Hermione's knack for devices had allowed her to be an assistant. She'd tried device after device, sometimes exhausting herself late into the night. Then she'd risen, her hair a mess (who could spend time on that?), often wearing the same clothes as last night, only to find that her fifty points, a large chunk by most standards, had been beaten by a few hundred.
So here she was, standing outside the door. Hermione still wore her uniform, of course: regulation vest, blouse, Gryffindor tie, cloak, skirt, stockings, everything in its place. Her frizzled hair stuck out at near random directions, and she couldn't quite recall the last time she'd bothered with makeup charms and the like. Still, he didn't care about looks anyway. He wanted results.
Hermione knocked.
"Professor?" she called. "I'm here for, uh, testing again?" she chewed her cheek, trying to think if there was some way she could admit that she thought maybe she should try something that would earn more points? She'd wait for him to start asking, bring it up naturally. Maybe work it into the conversation proper...
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Gawain Ross had been contracted to Hogwarts, from a researcher of the relatively new Arcane Engines field to a professor in the field he was proficient in. Tall, dark haired, of germanic descent. Not that he particularly minded coming back to Hogwarts as a professor. It has been five years since he had graduated here. Interesting times to be completely wrapped in the cocoon which was the wizarding world. But every time he returned home, to his Muggle parents, he could not help but envy the Muggles and what wasnormalfor them. Further searches found the Ministry's research committee, where he got hired shortly after graduating.
His time there was eventful. After all, he considered hiding from Muggles to be pointless. In the end, this point of view was not shared with his collegues, and he reasoned that if he could not bring the wizarding world towards the Muggles, he would at the very least bring thir magic closer to that. He became heavily invested in a research regarding Arcane wells, which were amplified, compact versions of wands, shaped like small disks, set into the palm of magic users. Once the research had begun showing signs of progress and moved closer towards what they could call a completed research, research in the Arcane engineering field too accelerated, with increased funds and enthused wizards and witches joining the cause.
Now with the Arcane wells completed, he was free to do further research at hogwarts as a professor. He was skeptical when the headmaster presented to him the idea of a new subject, Arcane Engineering. How would the students react to such a radical shift in tone? At first he decided to sit back and see what happened. But the results were positive, generally from Muggle-born students. This one student, had taken it upon herself to aid him for extra points, ten points per hour rounded up. He was not sure if she was there for the points or for the knowledge but either ways, it helped to have an aide in the lab.
There was a muted knocking on the door, which he could hear while the artefacts were not roaring with life. "Enter." In the lab, his office, were two large, heavy wooden tables which occupied the middle, placed parallel to each other. The first, furthest from the door was cluttered with all sorts of equipment, from handwritten tomes and notes to paused works. The air smelled faintly of burning due to the etching process used in this field. For now, he was working on some sort of vest, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. "Granger. Good, you are here." He pulled of his glove, relishing the short break this allowed him, "I have not been asking this recently, but you know you should make sure that your work is done before helping here. This should be considered extra-curricular."
"Here, put this on." He set down the vest, wool with interlocking metallic bits, before her, still gripping it for a second longer, "This vest is meant for Aurors, it is supposed to fit them through magic means and protect against the unforgivable curses. Do note that it does not do the latter just yet, I'm still working on it." He released it from his grasp. "It constantly attempts to adjust itself, which means it could get a bit tight. Wear it and tell me how it feels."
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As always, the office astounded Hermione. So much technology intermingling with so much magic. The first time she'd entered, she'd been almost too distracted to help .Each gizmo, each whirling bit of magic, fascinated her. Part of her almost wondered if she wouldn't go into this field... perhaps if she wasn't so determined to help people out, to champion others. But for now, as a student, she was definitely interested in this.
And there was the professor, already speaking. "Oh, of course,' she said. "I made sure to do all my work before coming to spend time here. I wouldn't want to get behind," she laughed lightly, chewing her lip a little .Technically that was a lie: she'd been burning the midnight oil to stay ahead, as she always did. But she could manage that easily enough.... well, maybe not easily.
"Of course," she said, studying it. "Wool is generally a good conductor of magic," she observed, studying the material for a moment. She shed the outer bits of her uniform, before reaching down to pull her own vest off and over her head. This still left her with her blouse, after all, so it wasn't as if she were doing anything scandalous. She slid the vest over her chest, and she felt it adjusting almost immediately. "Oh," she said, feeling it contort. "This is, um, very clingy, professor," she said, flushing as she realized that it seemed to be conforming quite nicely to her girlish figure.
"Ah, is it supposed to be--doing this?" she asked, gesturing. Then she waited while it kept going, pinching slightly now. Strangely, it felt like something particularly pulled tight at her breasts. Maybe the slope of her body? "Oh, and I wanted to discuss possibly increasing the point total earned? Maybe there's some--this is rather tight," she stopped, pulling slightly at the vest. It reacted strongly, sucking in and starting to almost hum over her chest. She was fairly certain it wasn't supposed to do that, at any rate.
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"Yes. That is supposed to happen, its supposed to keep all the coats and robes, that those Aurors wear down, so that their profile is smaller. Smaller profile, less things to hit." Gawain observed as the cotton contracted over the young female's form. Well, as well as it could for cotton. "Is it painful or hard to breathe?" He asked, picking up a flask of chocolate beverage and returning to examine how it fitted to her. From here he could see the valley of her breasts as well as her clavicle and flat belly quite clearly. Perhaps it was not such a good idea to ask a female student to help here. His gaze lingered on her for a second longer, but then again here he was.
"Increasing the amount of points earned, hm?" He examined her as she complained about its tighteness, but from the way she pulled it, he could see there was some elasticity in the vest. He stepped before her as she tugged on the vest, "You know as a professor, I should not be doing too much of this. The reason why I allowed for you to work as my assistant was because it was appropriate. But I don't see other ways you could get points which either of us can explain in a legitimate manner. Although when it comes to illegitimate, we do have some options." His fingers pinched the hem of the vest, pulling it down so that the fabric smoothed over her form before tightening further. "You should still be breathing fine."
"Alright, how about this. Talk with me for a bit, for another ten points. I also need to know how you are doing as a student." This was pushing it as far as he dared to now, but it was the first step. "Is there anything going on recently that draws your interest? Or perhaps a subject you have difficulty on?" He doubted the latter, she was a smart girl, and should have no issues here.
The vest clung to her. By now it had reached what it detected as the size of the wearer. Constant detection meat that the vest would constantly contract with minuscule, undetectable amounts of force. However, rushing and a slight miscalculation resultedin these contractions in the softer spots of the body being much more noticeable for Hermione.
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Okay, so it was supposed to happen. and his reasoning did make sense, though it was growing increasingly clear to Hermione that the calibration was slightly off. It kept contorting tighter and tighter, outlining her frame all the more with each passing second. Which begged the very question Professor Gawain asked. "Um, not really?" she admitted. "It's rather uncomfortable..." she trailed off, not sure how to quite explain that she wasn't sure it was really suited for female usage. The way it kept trying to seize up, press against her breasts, made her seriously wonder.
Thoughts which went to the side as they talked about more points. She brightened at his consideration, dimmed as he spoke of appropriateness, flushed as he went to inappropriate. A tug, then the fabric tightened. The outline of Hermione's smallish breasts were quite evident now, and she flushed at the nearly pornographic sight. "I'm breathing fine, yes," she admitted, reaching up to brush back some hair as she did.
Talk with him? For ten points? That didn't seem... too bad. "I'm doing as well as ever," she replied, laughing a little. "I was just debating between working in something in this field and potentially going into some sort of advocacy. I'm sure you've heard of my work with S.P.E.W. We've seen some growth lately, and I'm really--" she paused as the vest started to shift. IT felt... it felt like it was trying to contort to every inch of her. Obviously to form fit, but when there were certain bits of a female that were slightly bumpier than others. Well, the end result was a vest that was essentially gently massaging Hermione's nipples.
"Professor, it's growing rather snug in certain, ah, private areas?" she tried, flushing. She extended her arms, trying to gesture, but the vest apparently took that to meanadjust again. "Maybe you should have some sort of spacial detection on it? so it can properly calculate the amount of--of space instead of just contorting--" Hermione glanced down, realizing that her nipples were starting to poke against the constraining fabric, 'contorting down."
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"Okay, I see the issue here. It needs to reduce huw much it tries to adjust itself after the initial period." Gawain noted these down on a checkboard. A good minute had passed since she wore the vest now, "I suppose you should try removing it without assistance." Yes, he could very well tell that the vest was indeed contorting downward but the cotton should have enough flexibility for her to pull both her arms out and free herself. "Otherwise, we'd need to cut it open if I can't be useful in helping you. That is something I rather avoid."
This of course was not really true. All this would do is further destabilize the adjustment glyphs set into the vest which caused it to tense and relax, essentially adding vibrations into its contracting movements over her breasts, not quite visible, but it was enough to stimulate through her blouse.
In the meantime, he noted how red her face had gone and also found that he was enjoying it as the teen squirmed in the malfunctioning magical vest which were clearly, based on how she tensed up, kneading her breasts by this point. "Anyway, you seem to be very busy. Are you sure you have enough time? As a previous student here, that sounds like an feat to engage in activism, research for a professor and do your homework in the given time." It would seem that this girl was probably burning midnight oil to get things done, which should not be a common occurance in Hogwarts. "While it is good to have an aide for research it won't do if you are unable to cope. Perhaps it is better for us to look into other ways of earning points. I'd like to remind you that all of this is solely for your benefit, your house's benefit. So you are free to walk away if you feel the need to."
He was of course familiar with the otherfavoursthat drove Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw houses above the two favorites. Sexual favours, mostly from the fifth to seventh year girls in their respective houses, he did not discriminate when it came to those who provided favours. Usually resulting in them missing the part of their following lessons. He was not the only one, there were other professors who benefited from their unique dealings. Some even spent the night in the staff quarters. Now that he thought of it, it was interesting for a society which was stuck in medieval status for some time. It would not be a bad thing to have a Griffindor girl, a top student no less, in his bed.
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Oh yes, just a simple issue. Hermione was at least glad to have helped with that but, well, the vest wasn't stopping contorting against her chest. It seemed to be subtly shifting, and she was at least thankful she had a shirt on to help cover some. Even then, she was fairly certain certain things were on display. She reached down to try and loosen it, to remove it on her own.
And of course it contorted tighter. It actually felt like it purposefully massaged her chest, though Hermione knew it had contorted throughout her entire abdomen. Compression locked into her breasts, squeezed, pulled. It drew a breath from her and she froze for a moment, squirming soon after. Before she could ask, however, Professor Gawain picked up the earlier conversation.
"Oh, I can do it all, really!" she insisted, her voice slightly strained thanks to the vest. "I'm rather well known for taking on more than most could handle. It's something of a specialty of mine," she let out a light laugh, only slightly pained due to her still contorting vest. She shifted again. "Though, ah, that is, I wouldn't mind potentially discussing ways of--"
Hermione paused, mostly because her efforts at tugging it free had all but driven the air out of her. She pursed her lips. "Professor, I know you said it would require cutting off, but couldn't you just cause the glyphs to malfunction? That should get it to relax enough to remove the vest, or even disable the enchantment entirely," again, Hermione was averysmart girl.
She just didn't think about what destabilizing the glyphs would likely mean for her poor breasts is all.
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"If you are sure," Gawain observed the girl in his peripheral vision while sipping on his drink. By now the vest had begun to jerkily massage her tits. The girl herself appeared to be confused as the protection device turned sex toy had begun massaging her in a sensitive zone.
Oh, and she wanted more points. It was not possible for her now to gain what he considered scraps, ten points at a time at most. Not unless she learned how to leverage herself. "That can be arranged. But about glyphs now," he set down the flask, reminding her, "You are suggesting that I alter them while on you. I guess it'll be something like drawing a tiny tattoo but this time in a vest."
He twisted his fingers, "Turn around and rest your elbows on the bench." Gawain drew a wand from his pocket, a thin metallic wand. Stepping up behind her, this was reminiscent of how he had other girls before, one only two days ago. A hand slipped to her left flank, gripping her hip before he muttered one of the primary incarnations of the field, "Incidereto." A blue speck emerged from the tip of his wand as he brought it down to begin altering the glyphs.
"You know, this is a bit inappropriate now that I think of it." He allowed his statement to hang in the air. Better to say it now, to remove the need to say such things later on. But he allowed her to imagine the context of what he meant for a minute to plant the seeds of an idea in her mind while carefully destroying the limiting glyphs on her back. A female student bent over at a desk with her professor pressed up behind her.
"I'm talking about getting stabbed in the back of course." The subverted her expectations. If she was thinking of what he had meant for her to think, she could only blame herself for thinking of it. From his grip on her side, his fingers shifting their grip constantly, he could feel that the vest had loosened in most parts. But not for her breasts. In fact the alteration now resulted in her breasts being kneaded remotely by some sort of control system he had engraved into her back. "How are you feeling?" He enquired, kneading and pinching at her breasts with the simple flick of his wand.
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"I'm sure," agreed Hermione, nodding. This was starting to grow from uncomfortable to outright distracting. The vest almost seemed to pay particular attention to her chest. As a developing teenager, Hermione wasn't the bustiest girl in existence, or even in her class. So she couldn't quite understand why the thing kept massaging her breasts as if it expected milk to start leaking.
At least her suggestion seemed to have merit. Hermione sighed with relief, glad that she'd answered the question right, and glad that Gawain had agreed. She was almost too eager to turn around and bend forward, not even thinking about anything suspicious. After all, they were simply experimenting... with devices... for magical science, not for anything... weird. Though a hand on her hip did make her flinch a little. The vest almost seemed to take that to mean "squeeze me harder' which made her gasp in response.
Apparently the gasp inspired a comment. Hermione flushed at that, fluttering her hand. "It's--um, it's--" she tried. She didn't want to think of the professor that way, though, had she sort of suggested something like that earlier? She supposed it was sort of alright? If both parties agreed? No, it was probably just the fact that the vest had moved from squeezing and milking to... almost massaging her. In truth, it didn't feel allthatdifferent from when Hermione caressed her own breasts, those few times she was alone in her room and feeling particularly... in the mood.
'OH, right," she said, flushing as the professor corrected. Apparently she was the only one with naughty thoughts. Hermione blamed the vest: anyone would have awkward thoughts with something mauling their chest, one of their more sexual areas. She let out a little yelp as she felt the fabric contorting, what felt like two almost plates pinching tight on a little bud. Hermione squirmed, rocking in place.
Which, again, seemed to get attention. "oh, um, I'm alright? Mostly?" she said. Hermione let out a nervous laugh, hand fluttering again. "The, ah, vest is sort of squeezing some tender areas right now. No rush though, I really don't want any errors in spellcasting," Hermione bit her lip as the vest shifted, kneading her breasts in a way that nearly made her toes curl.
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"Miss Granger, I'm going to need you to stay still. I don't want to risk burning a hole into your back." Gawain paused, lifting his wand from her back for a second, "I think there already is an error to begin with. Stay still while I cut it open," He closed what little space between them, his hand slipping up from her waist to her shoulder as the tip of the wand moved to the back of the vest before moving straight down. The cut was not deep enough to cut through the red fabric, but made ripping it apart much easier, like ripping paper along a fold.
Once the line was drawn down her back, he gripped the back of the vest, and pulled sharply, ripping it down her back. "You can toss it on the bench, I already have recorded the glyphs used on the vest. It appears I'll need a few adjustments. But that is beside the point," The wand was returned to its holder on his desk and he finished up the checklist. "Ten points to Griffindor. And you were saying something about earning points, you had an idea of your own?"
While it was supposed to be a secret that students were earning points via sexual favours, he was more than certain that it was a poorly kept secret, to the point where these acts were leaked and formed into rumors of how girls were managing to earn a significant amount of points from serving their professors. But for that he'd leave it up to her if she wants to speed up the types of favours she would be offering, otherwise it would be up to him to erode at her morality, grinding it down until she ends up in his bed like the others before. "Also, I think I can't simply ask you how is life and reward you with ten points in the future. It is a bit too much points for simply answering some questions, perhaps at five points maximum. But, yes, you had an idea?"
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Stay still, as if that were the easiest thing in the world. Under normal circumstances, it would be. Under normal circumstances, Hermione didn't have her chest massaged and pinched and pulled by someone who had far, far too much experience in doing such things. For it felt like the vest knew just when to contort, just how to tug, just how to reshape itself to make Hermione want to move and squirm. She hadn't exactly a lot of experience with people touching her chest. she'd technically onlyhada chest for a couple of years, and Ron had been something of an idiot for most of that time. On top of that, Hermione might be, well, cute, but most didn't seem to find her allthatappealing; she wasn't Ginny; she didn't have the personality that drew boys to her and asked to be handled and fondled.
So she put up with it. Red formed on her face, highlighting her light dusting of freckles band making her seem even more girlish. She shuddered only slightly as the line came, and breathed a sigh of relief when she could toss aside the vest, putting it onto the bench. She turned, not realizing that her nipples, fully erect, poked against her white blouse, showing quite clearly without a vest to cover them, though it was more of a tenting than an actual showing: she did still have the bra and vest on. Her tie only seemed to further draw attention, as she naturally resettled it there.
"Well, I was just," she said, rolling her hand again, trying to figure something out. "I had heard rumors that there were, ah, alternative ways to earn points? Five for talking is quite nice and all, but, um, I need to earn," she fidgeted, chewing her lip for a moment. He had to know how far behind Gryffindor had gotten. The hourglasses had been on display for everyone, not just Hermione and her friends.
"I need several hundred points," she finally said. "It's imperative that Gryffindor get back in the lead! We can't let these people just---just cheat their way to the top! That's now how the system works. And i knew that you'd listen and---and you'd be able to--to maybe help me figure out how to---to get them."
She knew that was a lame finish, but she didn't know how else to word it. She couldn't very well proposition a teacher and, well, virginal, innocent Hermione only had the vaguest idea of what that would even look like. Books could only teach you so much, and while she talked with Ginny, their conversation rarely ventured into "this is what to do if you need to get someone interested in you."
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Gawain frowned at that, as though answering a difficult to explain question during lecture. "By alternative ways, I think I may have a vague idea of what you refer to." He could clearly see her nipples poking through her blouse, the fabric now thoroughly crumpled thanks to the constricting vest. "That is quite a substantial amount you need to even come close to my house. Normally, I predict some professors may not like that you, of another house, would desire to challenge their lead, but we are supposed to be impartial. As much as we can." For a second he briefly considered enquiring why the desire to put her house back in the lead but decided it was against his own interests to do so.
He say down on the impressive mahogany desk, where several tomes lay open for his reference and filed the results of their latest experiment into a drawer. "You must be aware that these are a substantial amount of points, where if I remember the headmaster gave your friend during your first year, only sixty points for defeating a dark wizard. You must be prepared to work hard for your points. And it will be even harder for you if you don't wish to," he raised his fingers in air quotes, "cheat, as you say."
"It's very simple. There is an existing system that we have in Hogwarts, the apprenticeship system which states that we can as student and professor agree on terms of an exchange which benefits the student academically, just like how you are working as my aide right now." His fingers drummed against the table, "I don't see any other way you can academically benefit in a greater manner, if you know what I mean. But if you do wish earn outside of academic pursuits, we could work something out right now in fact." He set the tomes aside, making space on his table, "If you are interested?"
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A vague idea: again, Hermione pinked. She just couldn't say it, not to someone like this. She was so proper, so much a girl who followed rules. Only the bravery of a Gryffindor, well, that and her own rule defying behaviors that she'd picked up from a few years of associating with one Harry Potter, kept her moving forward. She was well aware of the task ,of how many points separated. She didn't need telling of how the points had been handled.
"But the system's corrupted!" she couldn't help but blurt. "People are gaming it and--" she stopped, realizing that he knew that, again flushing. The pink made her freckles stand out, as if they too flushed with blood. She had to work hard, as if Hermione hadn't been doing that since she'd learned of magic. She almost rolled her eyes at that, but her nerves kept her quiet, kept her lips pinched between teeth.
The apprentice system! Somehow Hermione had almost forgotten about that, despite having done extensive research. Yes, she could definitely do that... but there was the mention of academic.
"Sometimes students go above and beyond though," she pointed out, almost stepping on his interested. "I'm certainly interested, Professor Gawain. I wouldn't be speaking with you if I was. There has to be something we can do to help my, ah, personal development, perhaps? We could say that you're giving me lessons to help with that." She pursed her lips, not entirely thrilled. The teachers had been saying for years that perhaps she should focus less on books and more on life. Her friends had helped with that, so maybe Professor Gawain could continue along those lines?
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Gawain's intelligent grey eyes narrowed at her comment. That was one way to interpret things. Another would be that she is following some unspoken guideline made up by her own beliefs. What happened next confused him slightly, her eagerness to continue led him to suspect that they were not quite on the same page yet her body language suggested otherwise, but that was of no consequence. "Come here, Miss Granger. Let's see if you are indeed as interested." He curved a finger, beckoning her to his side. "Closer," her feminine form was yet too far for what he intended.
His eyes studied her for a second, while she was definitely no supermodel, there was no hiding that some may be attracted to her bookworm appearance. "For fifteen points now, I'm going to touch you through your clothes while you comply to my instructions. An additional fifteen points will be added if you allow me to touch your breasts, and twenty for between your legs. Once I am done, you will get your points." He rose to his feet, making yet more space on the desk, "I assume as a proud member of Griffindor who wants her house to succeed, you will accept all conditions for a total of sixty points?" Part of how this trade worked was being as stingy with the points as he could, and with the reasoning he provided, sixty points for defeating a dark wizard, he communicated that she was not getting any more than that.
Over time too, would the same acts begin to provide diminishing returns, forcing the student to take steps further to embrace her carnality. "This should not be too much of a challenge for someone of your competence and if you do prove yourself we can begin letting you earn more points, starting tomorrow. Well? What will it be?"
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The curved finger beckoned Hermione closer, and she gulped. Nervous hands smoothed down her uniform skirt, as if she already anticipated precisely what they were going for. Her heart fluttered, particularly as Gawain did away with the subtlety and made it abundantly clear where they were going. Fifteen for a touch. Fifteen more for her breasts... okay, they were already tender, so Hermione didn't see a problem. Twenty just to touch between her legs? She chewed her lip. So far, Hermione had been the only one to touch down there, besides various doctors, Muggle and otherwise.
But the touching equaled almost what she'd gotten her first year for helping to thwart the plans of an evil wizard. They both knew the offer wasn't just good: it was downright generous.
"Oh, it's not a challenge," she agreed, making sure to speak quickly, to let him know. She flushed, fluttering a hand. "It's just, ah, I'm afraid I don't have a lot of experience? I guess that's sort of the point here though. You're going to open up new learning experiences for me, and in return I get to earn points for my house. Just the... agreement," she chewed her lip, shifting her feet. Slowly, very slowly, she brought her hands down to her side. Fingers curled to pull in small handfuls of skirt, while she took a shuddering breath.
Hermione closed her eyes, turned her head, and looked slightly down, as if afraid that eye contact would make it more real. Her body was already nearly trembling, shivering as if the temperature had dropped or, more likely, nerves had started to take over. Her small chest practically vibrated, and already she could feel a tightness there which she just barely recognized.
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"That's the point, Miss Granger." His hands rested on her hips, her trembling easily felt through that contact. His hand smoothed up her flanks, moving inward to cup her breasts. He stepped around, trapping her between his body and the table. Her breasts filled his palm nicely, while they were small, there was no denying that they existed. "Are you afraid?" He asked softly, as though this was a secret meant only for her to hear. He already knew the answer, but the first step was to open her up, to allow her to express her feeling better.
Another step forward, his leg forced between her thighs, which forced her to choose, to remain as she was on, or perch up on the edge of the desk, devoid of any obstacles. His hands squeezed, and pinched, shifting her bra underneath her clothes, such that her nipples peeked out, poking into the fabric of her blouse. He leaned forward, his eyes lingering on her face as her eyes were turned away. "Look at me, Granger." His voice firm, yet communicating that it was a command to be followed. "Relax. Let your body tell you what it wants. Listen to it."
They say the eyes are the windows of the soul. That was true enough for him, he loved looking into their eyes as they made their way down the slippery slope. The confusion, the innocence waiting to be stolen. The reasons they made to convince themselves that it was for the greater good, when it was indeed for their own selfish desires. Hermione, like the others before her, was going to soon learn that primal instinct in her time in Hogwarts.
"Have you had any boyfriends, Miss Granger?" He probed, his thumbs rolling her nipples slowly, dragging the fabric of her blouse against her hardened tips. "Anyone you are friendly with outside those from your own house?" He could feel his own arousal growing, but kept his actions slow and deliberate, forcing her to endure his touches and in turn begin to familiarize what it is like to be touched by a man. By a lover.
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Of course that was the point. Hermione felt herself flushing slightly, pink rising and filling the space between her freckles on her face. Hands had lowered on her face, and she couldn't have suppressed the shudder that shook her if she wanted. That touch felt so.... commanding, so authoritative. Every other boy that had dared touched teenage Hermione had been so hesitant. Does this hurt? Does this feel good? Even if they didn't ask with their lips, their hands gave that away. Not Gawain: his hands went to hers with the touch of experience.
He must have done this before.
The realization hit Hermione as Gawain's hands went upward. She sucked down a slight gasp as his hands touched her breasts. Smallish, perhaps not fully grown, they were still quite noticeable, risen bumps amid a girlish chest. Nipples already jutted, and Hermione could feel them stiffening even more. She shook her head. "No," she insisted, not sure if she was denying a reality or speaking a truth. Gryffindors weren't afraid, not as a rule. Still she trembled, but she wasn't certain it was fear.
Another gasp, this one without any stifling. A thigh had pushed against her legs, and before Hermione even realized it, she'd moved to sit on the desk. Years of following rules warred against so very many few years of rebelling and being brave... and a strange desire to give way, to see what this touch would do to her. She felt her heart flutter as her breasts were fondled. Hermione felt her hands fluttering for a moment, before she decided to grasp the edge of the desk. She kept her hands clenched on the edge, eyes pinching up until...
Look. And of course she did, brown eyes staring up at his. This was what her body wanted? That would explain her tight chest, and the tingling she was beginning to feel between her thighs. Muscles flexed there, girlish legs trying to bring together. Her gaze flicked down for a moment before looking up at his, meeting his gaze, seeing the demand, the confidence in his gaze. Questions followed, and Hermione bit her lip, flushing.
"A few?" she tried. He rolled her nipples and she gasped. Her body shivered again, arcing just subtly toward him. Her blouse scraped her already tender nipples, and the pleasure it sent shivered her spine. "I'm sure you heard about Krum," she fluttered a hand. "And I'm sort---well, there's sort of a boy?" she flushed, looking away again, not sure how to quite explain what she and Ron had. Definitely not this: Ron wouldn't have known what to do with her breasts if he even did get to touch them.
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His touch got coarser as she reacted positively towards him. He caught her nipples between his fingers, tweaking them as she spoke. Gawain chuckled as her legs tensed against his sides and battered them away to stand between them. The pressure from his fingers increased as she turned her eyes to the side, "For someone who prides herself on being a good student, you aren't too good at following instructions." But it did not matter, she may advert her eyes, but her body was laid out for him to claim. "Sort of boy? Are you perhaps implying that he could possibly be something else?" He chuckled lowly as he squeezed her again.
From the way she was perched on the table, leaning back, it put a strain on her back and arms as she attempted to keep some semblance of remaining upright. That wouldn't last long, not for a wizarding apprentice, where intellect was more valued over muscle.
His head dipped down, moving to latch against her nipples, leaving wet spots on her blouse. His hands which cupped her breasts, could feel her heart pounding from within her ribcage. His gaze turned up, looking into her brown eyes, taking the time to savour and imagine how it would be like when her breasts were bared to him eventually. "Miss Granger, I want you to loosen your tie and undo the top buttons of your shirt. I think you would agree that would help you be more comfortable, no?" Gawain lips clamped down, sucking on her nipple, wetting the fabric which separated them further. His lips moved lower, as did his hands, leaving her breasts and slid down to her belly.
It was adorable how she shuddered and flinched under his touch and he found himself growing harder because of that. Now his hands reached under her stocking-clad knees, lifting her legs such that her feet were on the table. "Do not move away. If you do, all points that we've discussed will be forfeit."A thumb smoothed down, from the valley her breasts, over her navel, over her skirt and against her panty clothed slit. "Have you touched yourself here?" The pad of his thumb made leisurely strokes against her mons, his breath hot against her inner thighs as he watched her with hawk-like gaze.
"Don't close your legs." His hand rested on her knee, prising it to the side before gripping her hips, pulling her such that she was at the edge of his desk. "How about an extra ten points? I want you to grab your ankles and keep your legs apart for the remainder of our lesson. Your apprehension is to be expected, but this will help you from reacting instinctively."
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The mention of failure as a student had Hermione flushing, partially thanks to the failure itself, partially due to the reasons for said failure. Her body kept trembling, moderate muscles not used to contorting into sexual positions, eager virginal flesh not used to expert handling. Indeed, Gawain seemed to realize that all too well, mocking Ron though not by name. The mocking drew a wince from Hermione but, well, it wasn't as though she could fully argue with the assessment.
The head lowered, and Hermione gasped. "Professor!" she said, her voice breathy. "You said--" but another order came. Her lips closed, and she was almost tempted to insist that she get more points for such an action. He seemed to anticipate even this, lips closing about a nipple. The sudden heat made Hermione gasp, her whole focus being not to let herself slid down entirely onto the table. Pleasure shot from her breast, stabbing into her veins and spreading its head throughout her body with each fluttery pound of her heart. The blushing had turned into a slight flush now, her breathing quickened. Moisture just began to dot her pale skin... particularly at the cleft of her legs.
So perhaps that was why she dropped protests and raised a hand to loosen her tie. Perhaps that's what undid a button and gave her increasingly aching breasts more room. Or perhaps it was the crossing lips down the slant of her lean belly. Or maybe it had been the commanding tone, the masterful hands. Or how her body refused to stop reacting to him. Didn't resist as he lifted legs, placing both plainly shoed feet on either side of her. The skirt rolled, showing off Hermione's rather plain, standard grey pantie. A little spot of dark, almost invisible, showed at the dead center, while the girl flushed and shivered and shook. The moment Gawain touched it, she let out a little whimper. Bit lip, head nod, eyes meeting his predatory gaze.
Merlin'd beard, was she in over her head. He was playing her, and she knew it. No way could she sign up for this again... right? "Yes sir," she said, though her thighs trembled now. She let out another yelp as she slid, and her body wobbled. "Um, I'm not sure I could stay upright if I did that, sir?" she managed, reaching down to awkwardly grab her ankles. The girl didn't exactly have great balance, though she was showing at least game attempts. She wobbled, threatening to fall backwards, precisely as she predicted.
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"Hush." Gawain frowned as he looked down at the young maiden sprawled on his desk, "You agreed to touching through your clothes, did you not?" The thick pad of his thumb stroked her through her panties, almost threatening penetration as he ran it up and down her slit, barely parting her pink virginal petals. He felt it, that tiny bead of moisture which collected and dampened her underwear. His eyes locked with hers as he teased her folds. "You may lay down if you wish, I think you'd find it easier to relax that way as well. You are doing very well, considering this is your first time. I think I can expect you to learn quickly, as always."
He could feel a distinct throbbing between his thighs, the desire to end this facade and fuck the girl senseless upon the desk, the consequences be damned. But in doing so he would have assured that she would be unlikely to return to him willingly, and so he gave pause to that, the clearing of his throat the only indication of the suppressed action. He removed her shoes, plucking them off before dropping them off to the side. "Don't want to get the dirt of your shoes on my desk now do we?"
Her skin was flushed, the heat permeating through her stockings where his hands found her calves as he knelt down between her thighs. He parted her, his hands resting on the inside of either knee, his head dipping down and his lips pressing against the wet spot between her thighs. Even if she did not know it, her body was preparing itself for sex. All he needed to do to bring that spark of need into her awareness, to realizing such a desire existed before theirlessonended.
His tongue lapped against her with the awareness of where her clit was. His hands gripped the backs of her knees, holding apart as he marauded her pussy. Moisture collected on the grey fabric, clinging further to her skin with each lash of his tongue. "How are you feeling you are doing for your lesson? Confusion is expected, after all we are having you learn at an express speeds, meant for girls who are as smart as you. Come to think of it, you should have been a Ravenclaw, don't you think?" He teased the top of her cleft, knowing that the small button of nerves lay hidden underneath the soaked grey material.
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Yes, she did agree to that. But touching and whatever he was doing now were two different things. Hermione opened her mouth to argue precisely that point, only to let out a little breathy sigh as instead she felt his finger teasing her sex. Again she flushed, knowing full well that he was expertly handling her young body, teaching it to flower and respond in all the best ways. Moisture kept spreading throughout her, and fortunately Hermione had read enough books not to think she might be urinating or something. no, she might not have felt arousal directly, not like this, but she'd read enough to understand what was going on.
"Mhm," she managed, leaning back at his instruction. It proved slightly awkward, given that Hermione kept her hands locked near her ankles: no way was she losing those easy to earn points. She could thus feel him tugging down there, and she actually moved to try and slightly help get the shoes off. That left her stocking clad feet dangling, pale fingers clenched just slightly above the ankles, wrinkling the fabric between her digits. She felt her body shiver again, as if somehow losing shoes just added more to the debauchery at hand here.
Legs parted, and Hermione bit her lip again .No resistance; no stiffening; she had---"Ah!" she let out, jerking as his lips touched between her legs. her body tried to curl inward, thighs collapsing, almost snapping at his head or his arms. She immediately began cinching up, trying to pull inward, only further encouraged with lapping tongues. "it's---surprising," she managed, trying to report. She was quickly learning that her bodylovedcunnilingus, and yes, the girl was well aware of that.
"Professor," she breathed quickly, "I really think that cunnilingus is a bit beyond just--just touching," she said, squirming, "I really should be earning more points for thiiiis-" she jumped as he pushed something higher up. Her eyes flashed down, her brain trying to identify what the hellthathad been...
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His arms tensed, further parting her legs as she attempted to clamp her thighs down on his head. "Ah, ah, ah," Gawain chided, his lips rising from her nether lips. "As surprising as it is, I suggest you keep your legs apart." With that, his hands moved to the top of her stockings. "We agreed to touching through your clothes," He reiterated, "Is what you've experienced so far not just that?" He clicked his tongue as though in disappointment of her failure to understand what she agreed for. "It is necessary for your education, wouldn't you agree?" He stroked her thighs, his head dipping once more.
He lapped at her clit, hearing her breathy gasps, how her muscles contracted and clenched as she endured the lashings on her pussy. His lips pressed against hers, as though sharing a passionate kiss with her sex. His pants tented, further hinting at his girth, almost painfully straining against the fabric. His hands slid up her sides, under her legs, back up to cover her breasts, kneading them once again.
"You won't be earning more points, unless you agree to undress." He licked her clit once more, "Fifty points, to undress completely. But I advise against that. Even you aren't prepared based on how you've been reacting so far."
He rose up, taking a seat on his chair, forcing her to raise her hips, her legs resting on his shoulders as he continued his torment of her sex. A sigh came from his lips as he lapped at her mound, his breath hot, blowing out to her thighs where they joined her hips. He could taste her nectar, a slight tangy flavour, that could be changed to suit his own tastes later, but it would have to do for now. He licked her nub again, slowly this time, swirling it with his tongue, hearing the difference in her breathing as he did so. "This feels good, does it not, Hermione?"
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The chiding made Hermione flush. How, precisely, did he expect her to resist his efforts against her body now? She tried to force her legs apart, but even parting a little made them tremble, her body continually wanting to pull itself inward. She wanted to argue against his reasoning too: cunnilingus was definitely not the same as touching, something that Hermione had learned with all the fumbling. At least when he spoke and chided, he wasn't actively licking at her sex.
Though, now that she thought about it, they hadn't set a time limit, had they? "How long!?" she gasped as she felt his lips returning. Her hips canted up toward him, jerked by the sudden sensation. Raw pleasure had started to flood her veins, and there would be no hiding the arousal. Nipples tented her still rumpled blouse, the shifted bra allowing them the room. Her panties had soaked through, partially with spittle, partially with her arousal. The fine lines of her girlish, virginal sex showed quite clearly against the gray fabric, outlined like a lewd picture in a magazine. Hermione dared only a quick look down, seeing little with the bobbing head in the way.
She shivered and gasped as his hands slid up her body, sliding altering her position. Hermione had no control now: he had her body completely in his hands. Worse, she could feel him attacking whatever that center part was, making her yelp and jerk and quiver. "No, no, I'm not ready," she agreed, eyes pinching shut. This was already driving her insane. She could feel an unfamiliar tension rising in her lower abdomen. Again, her first instinct thought urination, but she'd read.
"Professor!" she cried as she felt him blowing. She tried to jerk upright, but awkward positioning and weakened limbs mostly led to flailing. She could at least raise a hand, trying to wave at him. "Professor," she repeated, swallowing, "sir, it does feel good, yes, but I'm afraid---well, I'm not certain," she flushed, biting her lip, not wanting to get an answer wrong even with this. "But... I think that if you continue? I'm going to climax. Sir," she was beet red now, the words alone making her flush dark between her freckles, the red spreading down her pale chest as if summoned by the pounding blood.
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"We haven't really agreed on that so I assume it is whatever I please. But then it has to be reasonable. We can't expect you to be here all night. You'll know when it's time." His head rose from between her thighs for a moment as he spoke before returning to her heated flesh. "You are expected to cum, Miss Granger. Only then will you be allowed to return back with you promised points." Gawain looked right into her soft brown hues.
His lips, tongue and teeth attacked her, her pleasured gasps filling his ear even as, her hips instinctively angled up towards him. There was little denying it now, she was aroused and ready for sex. However, she would have to return to her room with unfulfilled desire. His hands found more purchase against her chest as she struggled to sit upright, protesting as he continued his ministrations. "Yes, you are going to climax, right here on this desk. Only then will this lesson be over."
He licked her clit again, again and again. Sending spikes of pleasure through her. His strong arms lifting her hips off the table as his tongue ran up her slit repeatedly, striking her clit with a quick, maddening tempo to override the struggles her mind still wrestled with to hold her climax in check. Each stroke of the tongue barely parting her slit further, teasing penetration. A hand slid down over her belly to rest on her lower abdomen as it rose and fell with each heaving breath. "Can you feel it?" Lick. "Building up in you?" His tongue ran a circle around her clit. "Don't resist." His attention now focused solely on her clit, bringing that sensation to numbing clarity, before commanding softly, "Cum now. Let it wash over you."
She would have yet to sip her first taste of what it would be like to cum whilst penetrated, and thus be unable to miss it. But this was the start. The start of this young witch's training.
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Exactly, reasonable. Though reason was quickly becoming quite secondary, which for Hermione Granger was saying something. She kept squirming, fighting back the arousal. As she'd warned, she was close, dangerously close. The poor thing had never actually cum before, not by her own hands, and certainly not by another's. She'd felt pleasure: gotten that tingling sensation from riding a broom, felt her breath quicken as a boy's hands teased her flesh. But an orgasm? That was something she'd only read about, certainly not attempted herself.
And Gawain had gotten her there in, what, seconds? Minutes? she sprang up, feeling his hands pressing against her chest, reminding her of who was in control. Her brown eyes widened as he promised her fate. Her breath came in short pants, a little panic rising with the arousal. That lifted as his lips descended. A sharp cry came from Hermione, loud, piercing, girlish. Her hands slapped over her mouth, barely stifling another that followed. Those were lewd noises, primal, the stuff that you'd expect a wanton slut to make.
But she couldn't help it. Her hips would've risen without arms pulling her. With them, Hermione's body felt electric. Her sex tensed tighter and tighter, winding so fierce within her that it almost became a sharp lance of pain. Her mind, the greatest mind of her generation, wrangled against it, not quite ready to release, to do something so... so debauched, and with a professor. But hadn't she known? Hadn't she agreed to this? Her first orgasm for fifty points.
The thought made her yelp, even as her belly rolled under his touch. Could she feel it? "Mhm," building? "mhm," through cupped hands. Don't resist, and he hammered. He barely got the "c" of cum out before Hermione screamed into her hands. Her body tried to curl again. Thighs pressed, hips jerked, every muscle in Hermione locking and trying to pull the pretty young witch into a "C" shape, curled against and around the man who worked her body so expertly. all the while she screamed into her hands, pleasure vocalizing in a loud cry only barely muffled by trembling, girlish fingers. A sex poured more sign of her desire, soaking her panties, no doubt rewarding tongue and mouth with her full essence.
As the waves crested and shook Hermione, another realization sank in: she couldn't stop it, not on her own. It took control of her body, drove motion, drove thought. Gawain could stretch it, part of Hermione almost wondered if he couldn't chain it with another, so skilled, so determined was his tongue. White hot pleasure stabbed into her gut while her sex shuddered, slamming through an orgasm that kept curling, kept going precisely as long as her instructor, her professor in the carnal arts, insisted upon it lasting.
No more.
No less.
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Her thighs pressed against his ears as an orgasm rocked her form. His arms wrapped around her thighs, her body tensed like a spring. Her hips bucked under him even as he continued his attention. He kept it up as she rode the waves of her first orgasm. He could taste her nectar in full even as she writhed uncontrollably on the mahogany desk, a tortured moan coming from her lips. His grip was strong, her legs still trapped over his shoulders as he ravaged her pussy. If only she could see herself now, laid on her back on her professor's desk, her hips raised off the desk and legs parted around her professor's head in a wanton display of carnality.
For a second, he was tempted to push her underwear to the side, to remove the barrier that was between them and drag her deeper into this taboo relationship. He groaned softly, his lips pursed against her as he felt the grip of his student's thighs loosen around him. He rose with a chuckle, her face beet red, still in the throes of recovering from what he assumed was her first orgasm. That was enough for one day, enough to reward her and enough to keep her wanting more.
He wiped his lips with a box of tissues, as his hand continued to knead a breast. "That's one lesson done for the day. Miss Granger. Might I remind you that these classes are optional, if you do not attend I will assume you are no longer interested in the subject and the house points." He paused to give her more time to recover, his hand leaving her, her blouse especially crumpled with the dark spots where tips of her nipples were. "Sixty points to Griffindor, you deserve every point you've earned."
It was definitely pleasing to know that the top students in the school has spent themselves in this very room. Pity there was no way to keep a trophy. He raised a hand to his chin, as though thinking, "I have another twenty five points for you to earn tomorrow. See me first thing in the morning during breakfast period. You still need to get acclimatized for a more social life." He helped her upright, his grip firm but gentle. Now that he stood between her thighs, the tent at the front of his pants was clearly visible, in close proximity to her soaked pussy. "For your first time, you did pretty well."
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It just keptgoing. Hermione rode the waves of pleasure, letting Gawain guide her. Let? More like she didn't have a choice as he kept dragging her further and further into carnality that even her intelligent mind couldn't have fathomed. Suddenly Hermione was acutely aware of why everyone kept talking about sex like it was such a big thing. If it felt that good? Yeah, Hermione could understand it. Though she did feel like something was lacking.Penetration. No, emotions, all that good stuff.
The girl panted, body shivering with aftershocks as she forced in air. She could feel her sex still quivering, her cooling, wet panties still caked to her hot body. In fact, heat was leaving her lower half at an almost alarming rate, as she panted and felt herself coming down. A hand teased her breast again, making her moan and squirm, but almost like a memory of a squirm, more than anything else.
Sixty points. "Th--thank you, sir," she managed, her voice a little raw. She still laid there for a few more moments, gasping air. Her hand went to adjust herself, sliding a bra across girlish breasts. Pulling a skirt down as if she could hide the stain on her panties. She found herself going upright, helped aloft, still dizzy. Frizzed hair shot everywhere, some caked to her face and neck by sweat. She glanced down, noticing the tent, taking a moment to wonder why his wand had shifted before glowing.
"Ah, right, sir," she said, wobbling again. "Thank you," she managed again, not sure what else to do. She bobbed. Sixty was a start. "I--I'll see you in the morning," Hermione knew she would too, even as she staggered toward the door, her weak legs still not sure of it. Worse, the girl smelled like sex, though she didn't quite identify the scent. Getting back to her dorm was going to be fun for her, as was getting cleaned and sliding into bed. She'd be feeling tingles for most of the night, wondering if she'd just opened pandora's box. Well, you couldn't shove it back in after you let it out... right?
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"Good girl. Sleep well." And with that, he bade her good night. Gawain was sure she would still have lots to think about now that she had opened a whole new door in her life that was her sexuality. He drew a finger across his lips as she made her way out unsteadily. If she was already in such a state after cunnilingus, he was almost certain she would be unable to stand with what he had intended for her. "Oh dear." He chuckled to himself softly as he made his way over to a bookshelf behind his desk.
The tomes he took were for his research on glyphs, primarily dark glyphs, the dark wizard's version of such symbols. They were interesting to say the least and through his study in this field, he began to realize that there was little distinction between spells, only how they are used.
The night was still young and he was expecting another visitor later.
The next day, he attended breakfast as usual but instead of continuing the discussion with the headmaster on why dark spells are for the most part simply spells and why they should not be forbidden from use entirely. Instead, upon finishing his breakfast, he excused himself and returned to his office, sifting through the files for the various classes he had prepared for during the day. He expected Hermione to arrive shortly.
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Hermione overslept, if only slightly. She'd had to throw on her uniform, tying the tie and adjusting everything as she walked. As she so frequently did, she dressed simply, according to the rules: blouse, tie, skirt, overrobe, and almost dirt standard undergarments, again simple grey (she had several essentially identical pairs on hand). She dashed through breakfast, stopping to grab a few pieces of toast and say hello to Harry, Ron, and Ginny before all but running toward Gawain's office.
it did occur to Hermione, partway to her destination, that she was all but running there. that she was agreeing to this, that she knew full well now what was likely to happen. This probably wouldn't be to test another device or help grade an assignment: he most likely intended to do something... sexual to her. before Hermione could fully process that, she realized she'd started walking just a bit faster. She stopped, took a breath, smoothed down her skirt, and calmly walked the rest of the way.
A few rapping knocks at his door, open or otherwise, and she'd be sliding in. "Good morning, Professor Gawain," she greeted cheerily enough. "You had said something about earning an additional twenty five points? Well," she fluttered her hand, "here I am?" and looking almost as eager as she would for a particularly challenging academic lesson ,really.
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A series of knocks heralded Hermoine's arrival before him and he set aside the files. "Good morning, Miss Granger. I hope you've rested well?" Gawain glanced over to the clock to find that they still have almost an hour before classes started. There would be no testing of device this time for their time was short, "Come over here." He gestured to the side of the desk. "You'll need to learn to free yourself, to unbind the way you have been brought to think of things. I'm sure you may have noticed your own hesitance yesterday. Today, I intend to begin to reduce that." The flames in the fireplace crackled warmly as its heat permeated through his office.
"For this lesson, you will undress until completely nude and remain here until the start of your classes." He began to explain. "For an extra forty points, you will straddle me while allowing me to touch you just like last night. Only without clothes. I want you to notice that this is forty points we are talking about, forty points only for today because I'm feeling generous after seeing how... keen your were yesterday." And to tide her over. She would be the one to choose how far she would go. "I will only be using my upper body to touch you for this agreement."
"I do have additional points on offer, but you'll need agree to the previous two before I reveal them. Your points will be paid at the end, when you leave this room." With that he turned his attention back to his class files. He would not have his eyes linger on her as she made her decision.
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Hermione nodded at the first question ,which was only partially a lie. She'd sort of slept kind of well; she didn't feel dead on her feet or anything. In point of fact, she felt that strange combination between tired and excited, the sort she sometimes felt after a long night of studying and getting ready for a big exam. Easy enough to follow the first instruction, to walk over to the desk. Hermione could feel the fire's heat warming her side, seeping in slightly.
Completely nude? Hermione immediately flushed, wanting to blanch. She almost missed the moment of additional consequence, the bits where he said he'd touch her again. If he kept up like last time, that meant... that meant he wanted to perform oral on her, while she was completely naked. Hermione started fidgeting with her tie, not finding herself all that relieved by the news that "He'd only be using his upper body." And she had to wonder what sort of additional points he'd offer. Something told her that it would likely involve her touching some part of him.
Hermione glanced at the nearest time piece. an hour, just an hour. That wouldn't be too much time to really get anything done. She'd receive her points at the end, and at least forty just for, well, for undressing what she'd done last night. Hermione shifted, her hands still playing with her tie.
"Not completely naked," she said, meeting his gaze. She'd already started undoing the tie, loosening it. "Just down to my undergarments. Forty points is more than enough for me to get more nude than I've been for anyone in some time," she shed the outer clothing, laying it carefully the the side, before working the buttons off her shirt, fingers a lot more steady than she would have figured. Bits of her pale chest already started to show, as she alternated between looking to him and looking at the job at hand.
He hadn't mentioned undressing her himself. Hermione almost wondered if she should make the suggestion, see if she could earn some more points .Her shirt was already halfway undone ,but she hadn't touched anything below the waist.... yet.
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The young dark haired professor said nothing when she made her own declaration of the terms. Instead he continued leafing through the various documents for a bit before stating with a hint of disapproval, "Miss Granger. The last time I checked, I was the one making the conditions and rewarding the points. And," He continued, "I don't agree to your terms. You may make suggestions, but it will come down to me if you wish to alter the conditions. It will earn you nothing until you are fully undressed. But since I'm feeling generous, let me explain instead of dismissing you where you stand."
"I'm sure you enjoyed your time yesterday. But would you wish to start classes with your soaked undergarments?" There was the faintest hint of a smile on his lips, "No, you don't. Which is why you are to undress fully. It is for your own benefit too. Now, what will it be? You can button up and leave, or earn your points." Gawain looked into her eyes, his gaze softening, "I'm sure your housemates must have been surprised and pleased that they had received a much needed boost to their hourglass. But I think we can agree that it is far from close to enough."
"Come to think of it. You've not verbally agreed to anything just yet. So why don't we take this from the top, state what you agree with and carry on." He wanted to hear it from her own lips, so that she would be forced to articulate trading herself for points. Even if she did not agree and left this moment, she would find that there was no conceivable way to catch up with the other houses and from what he knew, Slytherin would not be last for much longer either. Just the past few days were there substantial amounts of emeralds being added to their hourglass.
She looked as though she wanted to ask a question as she always did. Perhaps negotiate further? "Miss Granger, you look like you have something you want to ask. What is it?"
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Hermione frowned, not liking that situation, at all. His logic did make sense... she supposed, but it also struck her as the sort of backwards logic that males often used when wanting to get one over on females. In point of fact, she had to wonder why he almost wouldn't want her to be sitting in class wearing wet undergarments and so forth, nor did she particularly like the implications that she had to do precisely what he said in order to earn the points. This should have been some sort of deal, right? Where she had at least some say in what she did?
Then again, he was letting her out if she wanted, though at this point... did she really have a choice?
"Twenty extra points for undressing," she said, trying to gain the confidence, "and you get to undress me yourself. Then forty points for straddling you and allowing you to touch me using only your upper body in sort of the same manner we did yesterday." there, that was her stating the terms and sort of sliding her question in there as well. It was something of a compromise but, again, she still wasn't completely on board with being utterly stripped (nor did she quite see a reason why she had to be, when to undergarments would be a step down and he had already proven quite well that he was able to stimulate her around that), plus she wanted some control. She was hoping, hedging her bets slightly, that he would be impressed by her backbone and at least willing to throw her a few extra points. And each batch of points she earned got her house that much closer to righting the balance.
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He could practically hear the gears turning in her head at this point as she stood by his side, in a state of partial undress. "You drive a hard bargain, but let me state the terms which I hope you'd find more agreeable. Twenty-five points to let me undress you undress and start us off. Forty for you to straddle me and be touched by me using my hands and mouth. You may keep your undergarments on if you so wish." They were not particularly pleasing to look at, but since she had decided to take a stand and begin negotiations he would grant it. Next time he just would have to be stricter to the terms and perhaps even deduct points.
She was not the only one to negotiate her own terms but she was definitely one of those who would be willing to stick to it. Gawain looked at her for a long moment as though evaluating her, "I think the terms are much more closer aligned to what you had in mind now." In the end, he swapped out her removing her undergarments for him being able to undress her. It was to her benefit, but he had worded the terms carefully; He made no mention of touching her in the same way as he did they day before.
He would not have her climbing over his head and thinking she could get away with it. She would learn in time that her actions had consequences.
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Hermione had to fight a grin at getting him to start setting terms. She knew she could gain some equal footing here, at least set the criteria for how she went about earning these points. Technically they weren't quite at an even keel: he still held all the cards determining whether or not she'd actually earned the points, but she felt a lot more in control of the situation than she had been a few moments ago. Plus, he had actually, for some reason, taken a step back: now she didn't even have to take off all her clothing.
"Yes, deal," she said almost immediately, not wanting to give him enough time to think too much about it. She'd get to keep her undergarments on, and he'd only be doing what he did yesterday. Hermione couldn't see any possible way for this to backfire on her, and she was feeling quite good about having managed to pull this off.
So Hermione moved toward his desk, arranging herself, not sure how precisely she should be getting together for what was to come. Just what sort of position did you get in for being stripped down anyway?
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She snapped the deal up like a fish swallowing a barbed steel hook. She obviously thought he was taking a step back and focused on it. He could not help but arch an eyebrow in response to her enthusiasm. "Come closer, Miss Granger." An extended hand cupped her firm ass, urging her to his side. "You came pretty hard last night didn't you? Have you been wanting more?"
Gawain dragged the skirt down, allowing gravity to do most of the work, the skirt pooling around her ankles. There was a slight sigh of disappointment as he saw that she wore the same plain underwear. "We need to remedy this. You may be comfortable wearing this type of underwear, but it does not impress. I can get you something better to wear, if you'd like. Maybe you'll be able to negotiate more points just by looking more presentable?" He toyed with her hair while he spoke.
He turned in his cushioned swivel chair and pulled her even closer, forcing her to climb up to straddle him. He pushed her shoes off before working on the remaining buttons on her shirt with a single hand while another kneaded her panty-clad buttocks. Under her, his member surged beneath his pants, straining to reach the female who had her creamy thighs spread, her pussy in prime position to accept him.
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Already his hand caressed her flesh. Hermione tried not to notice the touch or, well, to notice it to the extent of letting it affect her. But just feeling him grasping her, his grip hard, his touch insistent, brought back flesh memories. Her body could remember all too clearly what it had experienced only the night before. Nipples already began to throb in memory, her sex quivering ever so slightly. The touch itself didn't hurt either: fingers digging into her round schoolgirl ass.
"I don't know if I'd phrase it quite that way, sir," she offered, flushing slightly. The pink showed oh so clearly on her pale skin, already crawling up her neck. Hermione didn't know whether she should be leaning into his suggestions and words or resisting, so she opted for her most natural path. That also meant mostly just holding still for the moment, while his hands expertly worked over her skirt. The garment fell almost as if it were eager, pooling about her feet. Hermione lifted her feet carefully: she did have to get to class and wear that in an hour or so, after all.
Though Gawain's comment regarding her undergarments had Hermione looking down, then back up at him. "For more points, certainly," she replied, giving him a slight smile. "I'd think that dictating an additional uniform would be at least another twenty points, perhaps more, depending on what precisely you'd have me wear, sir," she pointed out, trying not to sound too pleased at the idea. Twenty points just to wear different clothing? Clothing that nobody was going to see save for her, likely the professor, and perhaps a roommate or two? Hermione felt practically giddy at the prospect, enough to overlook the mention of presentability.
She climbed up onto the chair, though the position proved quite awkward. Shehadagreed to mount, though spreading her legs felt strange. his hands contorted her panties too, dragging them across her. Hermione had to reach up, placing her hands on his shoulders to balance. Something brushed against her thigh, and she flicked her gaze down. It took a few seconds for Hermione to realize what that was, and when she did, she flushed once more, bringing her gaze back up to her professor.
Well, if he was feeling aroused, maybe that was something Hermione could use for yet more points? She contemplated that, almost abstractly, while he worked off the last few buttons of her shirt. She'd help him get rid of that in time, though it may leave her still wearing her Gryffindor tie over the rather plain bra and panties beneath.
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"I was thinking twenty points would only be worth it if you were the one who was buying the apparel. But since I'm making things easier for you and buying them for you, in addition when you take into account only you and I will be looking at this, I think ten points is very generous. This will of course will be given as a bonus for each session you wear the given attire." Gawain felt a smirk curve his lips. "In the end it is mainly for your benefit. You can't go showing up to you lover wearing such plain clothes can you?"
"It would be too irresponsible for me to give you so many points so easily. What matters most is what happens between us, the clothes you put on don't contribute much to your education and such should not reward as much. Only as a bonus." He slapped her rear, his hands gripping her tight as he forced her down, to sit flush against his lap. "Go on, remove your shirt." He coaxed, his hands dragging her hips back and forth, having her pussy drag against his clothed cock. "You should first learn to get comfortable in this position. As with everything that this lesson would teach, the more comfortable you are with the action, the better you'll... perform."
He kept her rocking her hips against him. Once she had removed her shirt, he leaned in, his lips found her neck and slipped down towards her breasts. He found her nipple easily, his hands still gripping her ass even as he leaned forward, forcing her back to arch even as he sucked and tugged on her nipples.
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Ten points was more than enough. Ten points for wearing underwear? For wearing whatever he picked out to her? In addition to whatever she earned at the time? Hermione nearly felt like doing another wiggle or dance of victory at that. No wonder the other houses were having such leads if you could get points like this. Okay, yes, technically it was bending the rules. But Hermione was learning: how to dress, how to be touched, how to touch in return. It was all... educational.
"Of course sir," she agreed readily enough, nodding. "It's all part of what you're teaching me, and I wholeheartedly agree: ten points is more than fair," she added another decisive nod. "Ten points in addition to whatever I would earn for being there, of course."
Because it would be irresponsible for giving her much more. A bonus. She nearly shivered just hearing the word, a shiver that happened to be timed very close to his hand sliding against her barely clad bottom. The little bit of plump flesh gave way before his touch, and Hermione found herself scooting forward. Only without much room to go, scooting meant essentially brushing against his crotch. Hermione tried leaning back slightly: which only meant she dragged further. his motions meant they were essentially grinding upon one another but, well, accidentally, of course. Plus they still had cloth in the way.
Fumbling fingers rid the girl of her shirt, though she'd barely removed it when his lips descended. Hermione let out a gasp, hands flying to grip onto his shoulders, as his lips descended. They trailed heat down to her breasts, which instantly leapt to attention. Memory drew the pinks into bullet points, tenting out the fabric and offering easy targets for the incoming mouth.
"Professor," breathed Hermione. "You're moving... quite quickly... aren't you?" As if her words could actually slow him down. She felt her fingers curling against his shoulders, digging in slightly, mostly bunching fabric. Her body shivered, motions disturbing her wild hair, motions working her hips to vibrate ever so slightly. She could feel him pulsing, his thick wand pressed against her sex. Hermione seemed to just realize how... how lewd this all was, the realization crawling crimson up her face and neck once again.
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Gawain's lips left her breast temporarily as she commented on how impatient he was. "We don't exactly have all day. If you still want to arrive to class on time." Her skin was flushed heated red as her hips were forced to undulate against him. Surely, she would have realized the situation she was in, dragging her hips provocatively against her Professor in a state of undress. He began to suck on her pebble-hard nipples once more, canting her body back such that her shoulders rested against the desk.
After a minute of teasing a nipple, he shifted his attention to its sister all while his hands slid down, meeting directly between her thighs and began to stroke her there. His teeth dug into her nipple as the young witch gasped. He continued urging her hips back and forth, and in turn, her pussy grinding on his cock the whole time like a whore she was. His cock had begun to strain, pressing up into her even as she ran along the length of his thick shaft. "What you are doing now is grinding your pussy against my cock. And as you can see, you don't need to use your hands while pleasing yourself and your partner. Try doing it yourself."
Even as he spoke, his fingers slipped under her grey panties, his digits searching for that tight entrance. He found it easily, running the pad of his fingers against the unblemished rosebud, oiling it with the nectar of her arousal. His fingers dipped into her sex, drawing forth the moisture which had seeped down into her panties already before applying it to her tightened rear entrance. He hushed her, knowing protests would come, "Only a bit. You'll enjoy it, promise."
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There went her reasoning thrown right back at her. Hermione wasn't at all surprised, and she did realize precisely what was happening. The warm wet circling her breast felt far better than she'd have liked. The girl leaned back, supported herself on the desk. Circles of wet surrounded each nipple, sticking out through the clinging fabric. Twin peaks showed quite clearly showing arousal and offering quite the easy target.
Making them all the easier for teeth. She let out a gasp as she felt it, shivering against him. Her arms and legs were struggling to keep herself upright. Each slip, each touch, nearly placing her sex against him. Hard, hard flesh pushed just against hers. Gravity and pressure put their sexes together. Hermione couldn't deny precisely what Gawain said.
"As you say, sir,' she said, looking up at him, her brown eyes expressive. She tried rolling her hips, feeling the cock shifting beneath her. It felt big, too big. Hermione wasn't dim: she knew that females were flexible and that large things could slide into the narrow passage. She also knew it would hurt, assuming they ever got that far. Of course, Hermione didn't intend for it to get quite that far. Just a little grinding.
Fingers graced her virginal sex. Nectar leaked onto them, and Hermione let out a shuddering gasp. She rose up, feeling her moisture sliding. When it went further, teased, she felt her muscles tensing. "Sir, you don't---" she began, only to be interrupted, as if Gawain anticipated. She bit the comment back, giving him another doubtful look. She looked down at her own lewd body: nipples poking through top, wet seeping into her bottoms, spreading down her upper thighs. Everything about her looked lewd, debauched.
Worth every bit of the points, in her estimation. She took a shuddering breath, feeling everything shiver. Her hips moved slightly, pressing a little further down, adding just a little more there, trying to show her willingness to earn points... and maybe just a bit of other eagerness.
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"Don't stop moving your hips." Gawain instructed, his hands no longer aiding her movements, but instead poised the tip of his finger against her tightened ring of muscle, applying gentle pressure with his finger. Even with her entrance lubricated, he could barely make any progress, coating his fingers with her oils before returning to stretch her with a single finger. It took minutes of further lubrication and coaxing for her to relax before finally successfully stretching her around his digit, sinking the third knuckle of his middle finger into her, the pressure not entirely gone as he continued to stretch her, not immediately obvious to an observer, but enough for her to feel him slipping deeper with every passing minute.
"You're quite the tight little minx, aren't you? Whoever your first lover is, is definitely going to thoroughly enjoy your body. But I think we can agree you still need to be stretched a little, hm? All that rigid student life has done your body no favours at all." He chided, but knowing by the time he was done, she would be his and what a prize her body was! The work which would be needed to prepare her for his use, and the magics he would need to make sure she healed and retained every bit of tightness such that each time he filled her, she would struggle as she stretched around him. His digit probed her further, halfway towards reaching the second knuckle before returning to coat his fingers in her arousal to oil her passage further.
He exhaled audibly as she raked herself over the full length of the shaft. To him it was torment, one that he would have to endure for now before he could taste the fruits of his labour. Even still he was reminded of how easy it would be to take her right here, right now. But that wasn't right, she would not come back for more. She needed to learn to crave sex before she even got a sip of what if felt like to take a man inside of her.
His lips tightened around her nipple, tugging at it as he spanked her rear again. His finger slid into her, this time the ring of muscle giving way as he began pushing in and out of her, matching her hip's tempo perfectly. "You like this, don't you?" He taunted.
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Another instruction. So many years of following them, of not asking how high to jump when a professor said it, but already being in the air, showing off skills at jumping the professor didn't even realize. Her hips had already started moving, started grinding back and down against the professor. Not because she wanted to, of course. Not because her sex had started to leak, juices starting to soak against her gray panties. Not because the friction of gliding against him sent little shivers down Hermione's spine. No, because of points, of course.
And she felt him continuing to prod with his finger. Muscles insisted upon tightening, particularly as his hand kept teasing holes that had seen so little touching. Hermione was thin: her body would always, well, almost always be a snug fit for any invading... part. But given her inexperience, given her nerves, everything would feel like a vice, would clamp down with smooth insistence. Tight little minx indeed.
Hermione almost had to bite back a giggle, almost hearing theyou're a little tightassin Gawain's comment. "That is what you are supposed to be helping me with," she pointed out, feeling perhaps a little flirtatious, given the rising friction and her continued pressure upon his member. She shivered as her lower body tightened. Orgasming was coming easier and easier, and now Hermione was effectively in control. She knew how to shift herself, to angle. Her hands went up to brace against Gawain, her brown eyes looking down. The angle let her see his head descending, just before heat returned to her nipple.
A moan rose up, Hermione managing to catch it, to swallow just as it threatened to slip out. She flushed dark, felt herself grinding down, feeling the motions. Tightening, so much tightening, winding a spring within her innards. Should she aim for release? They had... how long now? If she came, was that the end of this little lesson? Or would there be more?
The question drew Hermione's attention away from herself, up to him. "Ye---you mean do I like earning points for my house?" she asked, her voice slightly strained. "Of course, who--who wouldn't?" her hips ground down a little more, her breath catching. Hands moved to almost encircle his neck, her gaze shifting, seeing her sex pressing against him, rubbing, smearing her arousal across his crotch as if marking territory.
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"I think you enjoy the process of learning as well." Gawain said, impressed enough on the amount of mental trickery she used on herself to let things be for now. He would have her admit she craved sexual actions as her sexuality became more fully developed, past the point where she could simply just plant a foot down and say no. Instead, he grinned as she ground herself against him. He could see the confusion in her eyes as he continued fingering her. The tightening of her muscles as well as the cadence of her panted breaths indicated that she was close to her own release.
His lips nipped and tugged, the fabric of her bra pulled up such that her underboob was revealed beneath the grey fabric. "You're doing very good," He coaxed her further with sweetened words, enticing her to succumb to her own lust. "Let your own body tell you what it wants. Listen to it. Learn where you like to be touched." By now even he was occupied sufficiently to no longer pay attention to the entrance to his office, thoroughly engrossed with the aroused female on his lap. More than half an hour had passed as he finally spared the clock a glance. Time passes fast when you were enjoying yourself indeed.
While it was indeed enjoyable to have a teen witch gyrate against him, his hands seized her hips, stopping her. "I think that will be all for now, Miss Granger. You get your points as promised." His breathing was deep, controlled. "Anymore and I'm afraid we'd have to enter into advanced lessons. One which will almost guarantee you will be late for class." His first period was free, so this would be her choice, "Unless of course you'dliketo continue?" He purred lowly. "There won't be points, but you'd like to cum, would you not?" Now he placed a choice before her. Either she admit she wants to cum, and by doing so relaxing her own standards, or she could resist it only to regret it and anticipate this evening's session. By picking the latter she would also be ensuring the increased likelyhood of her agreements for points are skewed against her. Of course, she knew none of his deeper intentions for certain, only the ones he had verbally stated to her.
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"I always enjoy learning new things, professor," insisted Hermione. She could hear the breathiness of her own voice, how strained she sounded, felt. Her lower abdomen twisted and turned, not simply in the physical movements of her gyrations. Hermione's shifting had gone, at some point, from simply teasing to actively trying to achieve climax. The hips stopped swaying, started grinding. She altered her angle so that his thick cock pushed against her most sensitive areas. Pushed along, finding her own position, her own pleasures. Already she could feel it cumming, pushing, so very nearly there.
She didn't need much more instruction on listening to her body, oh no, she knew, knew what she was aiming for. Hermione Granger was, after all, a quick learner, and she had quickly learned that this part, this she enjoyed. She bit her lip, shuddering as pleasure wound tighter and tighter, that sweet release---
just denied her.
"What?" she sputtered, not quite believing what she'd heard. Advanced... lessons? "Don't you think I'm perhaps---" she began, eyes flicking about, finding a clock. Merlin's Beard, she'd forgotten about the time. Hermione flushed, skin turning pink once more. She wanted to cum, was dangerously close to it, actually. Her lower half hummed, her nipples were bullet-points in the list of reasons why she should keep going. But... for no points?
"I guess we're done then," she said. With some reluctance, which she hopefully didn't show, Hermione unwound her body. She reached up, pulling back down her bra first, somehow managing not to wince as the cloth covered her sex. When she reached down, she found that there wasn't a whole lot she could do to her panties. So the girl walked over to her robes, starting to dig around in her pockets. She knew a spell or two for freshening up: literally every girl did. They weren't full proof, but they were better than sitting through class with wet panties. She needed to get dressed anyway...
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"Advanced lessons are there only once you have learned the intermediate and basic skills." Gawain elaborated as she climbed off his lap. "You have already proven to have a talent for this line of studies to the point where you would be a natural with most intermediate lessons, some of which I had integrated to some degree into your basic lessons from yesterday and just now." His eyes watched her as she stepped away, darkened spots marking her arousal between her thighs, her nipples poking into the grey fabric of her bra.
"Miss Granger, I'd like you to leave your panties here. This is a... test for intermediate learners, which I predict should seem simple for yourself. All you need to do to pass will be to spend the entire day without your panties. Once the dinner starts, you will have passed the test. You may the come and collect it when you visit for the evening." He straightened up and rearranged any of his files which may have been displaced. "Since this should be what is a simple task for you now, you will only get fifteen points for it and every subsequent time you perform this. All other arrangements we had made prior will also be undergoing adjustments to their rewards which can be discussed after dinner."
"Now," He gestured for her to set her panties on his table. What he had been doing up to now is continuously training her to say yes or at the very worst, when things would normally would result in a rejection, a negotiation for points at each of his 'requests'. Of course she would not be too pleased to learn that her actions were losing their value but it was a perfectly valid reason that they no longer held as much value to her as before due to her own growing confidence, and as such, required adjustments.
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Hermione wanted advanced lessons. She knew that want was stupid, probably almost certainly to her detriment, but that didn't stop the want all the same. It was that same drive that made her one of, if not the, top students at Hogwarts. She knew that she could master this just as easily as anything else. It was... it was a challenge, and Hermione loved to rise to those. So even though she knew full well that she was, to some degree, being played, she didn't see any reason not to play along with it. Well, she saw several, but the desire to meet, nay, exceed his expectations outweighed that.
So he barely had to say the statement when she reached down. As he finished outlining the terms, Hermione shucked the panties from her body. They stuck for a moment, but only a moment. Soon she had them in hand, looking up at him as he explained the points. "Fifteen should be enough," she agreed. This was almost too easy to do: her skirt was relatively long, no one ever looked under there anyway. Yes, it felt a bit strange not having the undergarment there, but given that it was nearly ruined in the first place, this was almost a relief.
He gestured, and she set the panties down, before smoothing herself over. Hermione drew a wand, muttered a quick charm, and soon hair and robe were smoothing over quite nicely, even her blouse seeming to get together. "Will there perhaps be opportunities for me to earn even more points, professor?" she asked. "If, say, I engage in activities on my own. And I feel I should point out that you already agreed to purchase me new undergarments, so the wearing of those should probably take precedence over going bare underneath." Really, being forced to wear something sounded far more... troubling than simply going free underneath. It felt like playing into Fate's hands, or perhaps doing as Fate willed or something along those lines.
"Is it alright if I go, professor?" asked Hermione after a bit, looking around. She had class to get to, though she could easily beg off seeing as she'd been working with another professor. But it would be a simple enough matter to simply go to class and engage in her normal day; she was quite sure of it. Losing her panties and cumming under her professor's hand seemed to have almost given Hermione more confidence, instead of leaving her meek or defeated.
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"There will always be more provided you perform tasks which are suitable or above your level." Gawain responded simply as she questioned the likelihood of earning points. "It really depends. I'm up for negotiation if you think there is an issue with how the points are rewarded. But I think I've been very fair up to now." His eyes lingered on her as she muttered a spell which sorted her bearings, hiding any trace that she may have been rubbing herself up against her professor half-naked.
"There are artifacts which you can test in the evening, ones which I'm more certain about your handling after today's performance. But yes, you may leave. Goodbye, until class." He waved a hand, dismissing her. His fingers drummed against the edge of the table, his gaze lingering on the grey fabric she had deposited on the surface. Good, she was beginning to naturally agree to his demands without hesitation to think. All he needed to do now was ensure that each notch he brought her up was gradual enough.
The Artificer's Lab was clean and well lit, unlike the other classrooms. Multiple chandelier's with glowing crystals were mounted on the ceiling as opposed to candles. They needed the light to be able to read and imprint the glyphs onto the various artifacts. The air smelled metallic from the various fumes made from the imprint spells from the class before.
Today, on the board were bold letters 'Sequencing Glyphs'. "Hurry up, hurry up." He hastened the students as they began filing into the classroom. Once everyone was in, the doors swung closed and he began the lesson with a brief recap of what they learned before explaining how it would relate to the lesson today.
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Hmm, negotiation. Hermione logged that away for later. She was rather certain that she could figure out ways of earning new points, even now her mind was whirring with different ideas to figure it out. How to earn points in sexual education without embarrassing herself overmuch? Her brow wrinkled in thought as she considered.
Artifacts, there was a potential answer. Hermione could easily test something throughout the school day. She almost thought about offering now, but her twinging sex told her that it would be a bad idea to try and do that right now. She'd already cum rather hard, and she wasn't sure she wanted to end up cumming during a class; she didn't quite have the experience to handle that. Instead she merely nodded at his dismissal, moving along to her class.
During which Hermione performed perhaps a little less than at her optimal. She still answered questions, still outperformed most of the other students, but she wasn't coming up with many ideas that could help her deduce how to get more points. Perhaps she'd ask Ginny about it later; her Gryffindor friend could probably figure something out. At any rate, the time to head to Gawain was quickly coming.
When Hermione caught Gawain looking her way during class, inspiration struck. She carefully spread her legs, just enough so that he could get a quick look up her skirt. He'd see her still bared sex, decidedly less aroused than last he beheld it, but most definitely not covered by anything that would obscure the sight of the still virginal land. Only the once, however: she still didn't want to get caught.
Then to wait. Hermione didn't wait for the explanation: she lifted her skirt. "I want those fifteen points, please sir," she said, holding the skirt up just long enough to confirm that she was, in fact, still missing panties. She waited a moment. "And I think I earned at least that many during class," she added, before looking toward the board, considering. "Are you going to attempt a series of glyphs that will result in escalating results upon a person?" Her brow crinkled, and she looked to Gawain cautiously. "That sounds dangerously close to dark magic..."
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Lesson began as usual with him explaining that they would need to chain multiple glyphs in sequence to have the artifact take on the desired traits. He also noted that Hermione took her usual seat at the front, only this time, she had raised her skirt from under the table, revealing her pussy, bare of any trace of fabric or hair. He made no reaction to it but continued his lesson. Once the theory fully articulated, he had the students begin their practical and moved over to Hermione under the guise of checking on her progress.
"Those points we had agreed on will be given only when we meet again after dinner. You have not forgotten about the conditions, have you?" He raised an eyebrow. "But if you so wish, you can speak to me after class." There was usually a window period after the last class for students and staff alike to refresh themselves before dinner and that was what came exactly after this. "Dark magic for glyphs has not been fully defined yet, they are still ruling the boundaries down. You won't need to tattoo glyphs on yourself for this class."
He turned to check on the other students to see how they all were doing. Seeing that this was mostly a logic based subject, there was always going to be problems for those who failed to fully grasp the concepts, which he carefully explained to them once more.
The bell for the end of class rung and he dismissed them with the usual wave of a hand, "For those who still have issues grasping sequencing, make sure to read your textbooks! We will be continuing sequencing again and it is very important!"