AN: Last Chapter, babydolls. I know, I can't believe it either. This story has been my baby. I hope you love it, but I'm going to continue posting, and I have other stories in the works, so check out my other stuff.
As it drew nearer to Friday and Hermione's last detention with Remus, Hermione grew more and more depressed. She was scared that when her detentions were over, her relationship with Remus would be discontinued, and that was most definitely something she didn't want. However, she wasn't sure how to pursue any sort of real relationship with Remus. Did he even want one, or was he just dallying with her. Maybe all she was was good shag? Maybe Remus wouldn't even want anything to do with her after she was out of school. Once that kinky aspect of their relationship was eliminated would he even be interested in her sexually anymore? They'd never even had non kinky sex, except that one time in the morning, after she had slept over. There was another thing. Twice now Hermione had fallen asleep in Remus' arms, something that had made her head go all floaty and her heart go all melty, and cuddled with him. He had actively participated in the snuggling, spooning her and clutching her to his body, nuzzling into her neck and mumbling her name in his sleep. That had to be a sign that it was more than just sex to him, didn't it?
He obviously felt affection for her, but he always had, even when she had been a child. Had his affection morphed into something more than just platonic over the past years, or even over the past few weeks or months? They were certainly friends, had been for years, but now the question was, were they just friends with benefits, as cliché as that sounded, or were they something more? Did they have the potential to be something more? In the end, Hermione was only giving herself a headache obsessing over it all, and she decided to leave everything till the eve of the detention. But now that evening had arrived.
As she stood outside the door to the DADA classroom, where Remus had directed her for this last detention, Hermione couldn't help but feel somewhat subdued. Taking a deep breath and trying to put on a brave face, Hermione knocked.
"Come in," came the call from inside.
When Hermione entered, she saw that Remus sat perched atop his desk and that they were alone. She breathed a sigh of relief. Remus hopped off the desk and stalked towards her, circling her like he was the hungry wolf and her the frightened rabbit. She felt like his prey, and she liked it.
"I don't even have to bend you over to know that you're wearing knickers. You do it purposely to vex me. I think you like being punished by me don't you, you wicked, little witch?" Remus said softly behind her neck, his voice nevertheless cracking through the air like a whip, making Hermione shiver.
"Yes, Professor," Hermione said, hanging her head in shame. "I like being punished by you, and I know that I deserve it very much. I'm a very naughty girl."
"Yes you are," Remus assessed. "Now bend over." Hermione obeyed immediately, bending over a front row desk, hers in fact. Remus flipped up her skirt, smacked her arse hard, and then shockingly tore her knickers right from her body. Hermione gasped in shock, arching her butt, her plain, black thong was quite skimpy, but it still hurt to have it torn from her body.
"Get up!" Remus ordered and Hermione stood on shaky, jelly legs. Remus held her ruined knickers I his hand, and as he approached her, he thrust them into her face. Hermione struggled not to flinch.
"Smell," Remus commanded, and Hermione dutifully lent forward and sniffed her own knickers. They were musky with her scent, and she spotted a damp spot on them, the result of her arousal.
"Do you smell your desire for me, Miss Granger?" Remus questioned. "Because I smell it on you. Every day. In class. Instead of paying attention and listening to me lecture, you spend your time fantasizing about me and drenching your panties over me like a filthy, little slut. I know. I smell it on you. It's very distracting. Take them," he thrust the knickers physically right into her face, practically shoving them into her mouth in a replay of a few nights ago. Hermione took them, keeping them against her face in a bid not to anger her Professor.
"Taste yourself," Remus demanded. "Taste how wet you are for me, Hermione." Tentatively, Hermione flicked out a delicately, pink tongue and lapped at the sticky, wet spot on her ravaged knickers. She found more wetness gushing to her center as she was forced to commit the degrading act. As she tasted herself, evidence of her own desire for Remus on her tongue, more wetness pooled between her thighs and she moaned wantonly.
"You like the taste of yourself, don't you, you dirty, little girl?" Remus asked, as Hermione continued to lick the growing spot of wetness on her thong.
"Mmm," she moaned.
As if solely to be contrary, Remus snatched the knickers out of her hands.
"Push apart two of the desks," he instructed, gesturing to her desk and the desk of Padma Patail, who sat next to her on one side, her boys were on the other. Hermione did so, making sure to bend over as far as possible as she shoved them apart in order to display her arse attractively to Remus. After completely her task, Hermione turned around expectantly to face Remus, awaiting further instructions. Instead of giving her any verbal orders, Remus strode towards her and the desks and lifted first one of her legs, then the other, so that she was straddling the two desks like a gymnast doing the front splits. She was spread completely and unabashedly before Remus, her micro-mini, school girl, skirt doing nothing to cover her, sat attractively over her thighs, her knee socks and Mary Janes completing the picture of a schoolgirl spread wantonly before her Professor.
"This time if you move your legs, you'll fall," Remus informed her. Little did Hermione know that earlier her Professor had cast a cushioning charm on the floor beneath the desks, so if she did indeed fall she wouldn't be hurt.
"Touch yourself Hermione. Play with yourself like you do when no one's watching. Show me what a dirty, little girl you are. Show me how much you want me."
Staring directly into Remus' eyes, but a bashful blush blooming on her face nonetheless, Hermione reached down between her thighs. She began to slowly stroke between her lower lips.
"Remus," she sighed breathily, as she stroked herself. Circling her clit wildly, she worked herself into a frenzy, her breathing hitching on her Professor's name as she worked her finger around her clit without mercy. Slipping two fingers inside her slick passage she began to scissor them inside her body and pump them in and out of her sleeve. She could feel herself beginning to build towards an orgasm already, Remus' name on the tip of her tongue, dripping from her mouth, which was open with a cry of bliss, with every pump of her fingers.
"Stop," Remus commanded suddenly. Hermione, so caught up in the throes of herself induced passion, did not comprehend his order. She continued to slide her fingers in and out of her body in hazy, building ecstasy, not paying head to Remus' command to stop, not even really hearing it. This did not please him in the least.
"I said stop," he growled, physically wrenching her hand from her center. Hermione gaped at him in disbelief. "And you will do what I tell you to, Miss Granger."
"What?" Hermione whimpered, desperate with desire and confused about why Remus had halted her pleasure.
"I told you to stop, Miss Granger, so you'll stop, no matter if it leaves you unsatisfied. You're pleasure is not what's important here, mine is. You're here to service me, to get me off! Isn't that right?"
"Yes, Sir," gasped Hermione, panting in exhaustion, having brought herself to the brink and then had it stopped, she was out of breath and feeling wound very taut.
"That's right," said Remus decisively, giving a slap to one of Hermione's thighs, making her flinch, so sensitive was all of her body at the moment.
"It's my privilege to finish what I had you start, " Remus informed her, and Hermione nodded weakly. "Take off your tie and blouse," he commanded her. Hermione fiddled with her tie and buttons, eventually shrugging out of the garment and letting it fall to the floor. While she did so, Remus unfastened his trousers and walked to his desk, grabbing that oh so wicked ruler which had punished Hermione so thoroughly these past two weeks.
THWACK
The blow came hard on her thigh, in the same place where Remus had slapped her earlier with his hand, but it was not really unexpected. The sting had flutters erupting in Hermione's lower abdomen, and she leaked more wetness out of her tingling center. The slap also prompted her to sit up straighter and spread her thighs even further apart, an action which had Remus nodding in approval.
"That's better," he said.
Opening his trousers and boxers in one go, Remus and his raging hard cock advanced on Hermione. When he stood before her, his cock standing at attention, straining towards her, Remus tenderly stroked the thigh where his sharp slaps had stung. Taking hold of his member and directing it between her folds , immediately prompting throaty moans from Hermione, he slid into her slick passage bluntly, pumping in and out of her hard with a series of grunts and groans mixed with her breathy moans and sighs of pleasure. She braced herself on his shoulders, holding on tight and digging in her hands to keep from losing her balance and tumbling down to the floor. That would decidedly ruin the mood. Due to her warm up activities earlier, Hermione was quickly on the road to orgasm, and soon found herself clenching around Remus' rock hard cock, and coming with abandon.
Remus withdrew from her, as hard as ever, and dragged his cock up her heaving body, smearing the precum that was leaking copiously from his tip across her chest and body, making Hermione shudder with pleasure, even in her post orgasmic haze. Raising his dick higher, thwacking her in the face in a most degrading manner, Hermione was sure he did it on purpose, and renewed wetness was leaking between Hermione's thighs. Remus began to drag his cock, leaking juices and precum all the way, all over her face in a deliciously derogatory manner. He was showing his complete dominance and ownership over her, rubbing himself and his essence all over her while she took it with steadfast submissiveness, her eyes lowered. It was absolutely humiliating, but she couldn't deny how aroused she was by the act Remus was committing against her. As precum began to dry on her face and Remus continued to swirl his cock over her face, Hermione longed to touch herself again, or for Remus to touch her. Instead, he painted her lips with precum, running his dick across them before saying simply, "open". Hermione obeyed immediately, and Remus slipped his cock into her mouth, pressing her head to him and letting her suck him before beginning to thrust heavily into her mouth, taking no care for her gag reflex. It wasn't so much that she gave him a blowjob as that he had sex with her mouth, pistioning in and out of it. Just when his thrusts and grunts were becoming more erratic and Hermione could tell that Remus was about to cum, he withdrew his cock from her mouth, and with a jerk, once again came all over her face. Hermione barely had time to close her eyes before she was hit with the deluge of white, sticky cum. She licked the area around her mouth eagerly, lapping up as much of Remus' cum as she could.
Remus panted heavily, his cock gradually deflating against her face. He let her percolate under her facial for a few minutes before vanishing his cum from her face with his wand.
After giving Hermione some time to come down from her high, and taking some time to come down from his, Remus issued another order.
"Kneel on your desk."
He wanted to give her something to remember him by every time she was in his class, if this did in fact turn out to be his last time with her. Crawling on shaky legs, still dazed from Remus' recent acts, Hermione knelt on her desk, assuming an animal like position that readied her for doggie style coupling, which while not exactly appropriate for Remus, was what he had in mind. Standing behind his goddess, and in Remus' mind, to him, she truly was one, with an already newly errect cock, Remus at first simply stared at the lovely curve of Hermione's arse before reaching out to palm and stroke it lovingly, rather than roughly. He soon, however, abandoned this approach, and without warning, drove hard and sudden into Hermione from behind. She gave a cry, the sound of which, along with her growing chorus of breathy moans as Remus continued to pump mercilessly in and out of her, he reveled in. Remus puncuated his hard drives with hard slaps to Hermione's already bruised bum, and by pulling on her tendrils of wild, bushy hair in his passion. When he was done, and they were both satisfied, he lay panting over her for a few minutes, before reluctantly breaking away from her. They both turned over to face each other.
"Hi, love," he said, leaning forward to rest his forehead against hers, and kissed her softly on the mouth.
"Hi," Hermione breathed softly.
"You can get down now," he told her, and Hermione unlocked her legs from the desks. They almost buckled under her when she tried to stand, but Remus caught her and scooped her up, cradling her to his chest before depositing her on the top of his desk.
"Listen, Hermione, can we talk?" Remus asked hesitantly, clearly not in Stern Professor Mode anymore.
"Sure," Hermione said quietly, and her heart sunk. She thought she knew where this was going. Remus was going to attempt to let her down easily, tell her that the detentions had been fun, but now it was over, and he hoped their friendship could be maintained. Hermione repressed a sigh. Remus, for his part, suddenly seemed inordinately uncomfortable and nervous.
"Look," he began, "I don't know how you feel about it, but I think we've been having some bloody fantastic sex-"
"I agree," Hermione chimed in, giving Remus some measure of confidence, at least she seemed receptive so far.
Remus smiled. "Good. And I think we could, we could have, erm, normal sex, for lack of a better term, too. Or we could continue doing what we're doing. You don't need to have detention, I doubt you will again. To tell you the truth, I really just gave you the one because I wanted to erm, spend more time with you I suppose," he blushed, a complete contrast to how he had been behaving earlier that night. "Or we could have both kinds of sex, or other kinds, whatever kinds. There are more than two kinds of sex, obviously. Variety is good. . Even if it's just sex of whatever kind, or friendship, or maybe something more…," he trailed off hopefully. "I'm rambling now, sorry, god. He palmed his forehead. "So…yeah."
Hermione stared at him in open mouthed shock, her mouth a perfect 'o'. Friendship, sex, or maybe something more? How about all three?
"Stupid," Remus was now muttering. "Taking advice from Sirius, what was I thinking? Of course it blew up in my face, why would she ever want a relationship with me, who in the hell am I kidding? Stupid Sirius…bad idea-"
"Remus, Remus," Hermione reached out and put a hand on his shoulder. "Stop it."
"Sorry," Remus apologized, feeling incredibly stupid and embarrassed.
"Don't be, I had no idea," she said, a beatific smile blossoming on her face.
"Had no idea about what?" Remus asked, cautiously hopeful. After all, she was smiling. That had to be good.
"That Sirius was actually capable of giving good advice."
AN: Well, that's all folks. Yes, another facial. Why? Cuz I like them. Take from that what you will. Caucus' were cra-cra tonight, hot damn, can't believe Santorum swept, I've had the coverage on when I was typing this up. Look up his name on urban dictionary. As a liberal, I'm very pleased he won. Hope I haven't offended anyone, but if you're reading this you're probably not conservative. Sorry to talk about politics, but I'm such a junkie, I swear. Please review, ya'll. And check out my other story, a cute (if I do say so myself) RLHG oneshot involving Little Red Riding Hood and Pie. Also, it's my b-day today. 19 bitches! Review for that! I know it's short, sorry!