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starrikaTitle: Detention
Fandom: Harry Potter
Claim: smutty_claus (2005); Remus/Hermione, spanking
Status: Complete
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A little roleplay never hurt anyone.
Warnings: Strong sexual content. (Poor writing quality, in my opinion)
The back parlor of Grimmauld Place was chilly despite the fire in the hearth. Absently casting a warming charm on his cup of tea, Remus continued to read over the newest improvements in the Wolfsbane Potion. Though he was rubbish at the practicals, he understood Potions theory well enough. As it was, he was engrossed in the new developments, and did not notice he was not alone in the room until a shadow fell over the desk.
Glancing up from the parchment, Remus felt his temperature rise despite the chill in the room. Hermione stood before him in what appeared to be her Hogwarts uniform from third year, judging by its size. She had left off the jumper and her bra, though how she managed to pull such a small oxford closed across her breasts he did not know. Her nipples were already peaked, straining against the white shirt. Her skirt was even more distracting and Remus was sure she had used a severing charm for it to be so short. All it would take was a slight breeze for him to see what color knickers she was wearing.
If she was wearing knickers.
“Do you have a moment, Professor?” Hermione asked, casually casting a Collorportus spell at the door.
Remus was momentarily distracted by the squelching sound as the charm was cast. “Ah, yes. What can I help you with, Miss Granger?” He couldn’t help but grin.
“Well, Professor, I was supposed to serve a detention tonight with Professor McGonagall, but she had to leave the castle. If it’s not too much trouble, may I serve it with you?” Her eyes were contrite, but he could see a smile lurking around the corners of her mouth as well.
“May I ask what this detention was for, Miss Granger?”
“I was out after curfew, Professor.”
“What were you doing out after curfew?”
“I was...I lost track of time in the library, Professor.”
Remus folded his hands on top of the desk. Sternly, he said, “Miss Granger, I do not appreciate you lying to me. How can I determine a suitable detention without knowing what your infraction was?”
She flushed, though he doubted it was from embarrassment. “I’m sorry, sir. I was in the library.”
Remus arched an eyebrow. “And what were you doing in the library to make you lose track of time, Miss Granger. Enlighten me.”
“I was researching, Professor.”
“Miss Granger, I do not appreciate these falsehoods. You are giving me the impression that you are not remorseful for breaking the school rules.”
“Oh, no, Professor Lupin. I am sorry.”
Remus could feel his erection straining against his trousers already, and she hadn’t even touched him. Trying to summon some patience, he took a deep breath and rose from his chair. He could see her eying the bulge in his pants and he bit back another grin.
“Miss Granger, you are only creating more problems for yourself. You have been lying to me, and now I see you are not even wearing a regulation uniform.” Taking a ruler from the desk, he walked towards her. “Place your hands at your sides,” he instructed.
She did as she was told, and he went through the motions of measuring the length of her skirt. “Miss Granger, I am disappointed in you. I was going to be lenient with you, but you have flouted far too many rules.”
“I’m sorry, Professor. How shall I serve my detention?”
Remus bit his lip again, trying to focus. “Put your hands on my desk, Miss Granger. Perhaps after a suitable punishment, you will convince me of your remorse.”
She leaned forward, and Remus felt his trousers bulge even further, if it was possible. She wasn’t wearing any knickers.
Running the wooden ruler up the back of her thigh, he had to restrain himself from taking her without preamble. He took another deep breath and smacked her arse with the ruler. She had a quick intake of breath, but remained silent. “Miss Granger, let me impress upon you the importance of honesty with your professors.”
He smacked her again, this time a little harder. “Curfew, especially, is a rule that must be followed. I would have expected you, Miss Granger, to understand the importance of this rule.”
The ruler hit her arse again, this time reddening across her pale cheeks. She moaned, making no pretense that she was a penitent schoolgirl. “Finally, I hope you will pay more attention to your uniform.”
Placing the ruler on the desk, Remus unbuttoned his trousers, which had become unbearably tight. He ran cool fingers over her warm cheeks before sliding between her legs. She was wet.
“I’m sorry, Professor Lupin, truly I am.”
She was arching her back, trying to create friction between his fingers and her clit. Reluctantly, his hand moved away, leaving her to sigh in frustration.
“I am still not convinced of your remorse, Miss Granger.”
Hermione’s voice was no longer contrite and breathy. It was low, seductive, and made Remus’ cock throb. “Let me convince you then, Professor.”
Before he can register what she is doing, she has arched her back and slid down on his cock. She is warm and wet and tight, and Merlin, Remus knows he’s not going to last long.
She’s moaning and bracing herself on the desk as his body reacts. Thrusting deep, Remus impatiently shoved his trousers a little further down his legs, wanting to feel her wet thighs against his.
“Merlin, Hermione,” he groaned as she clenched around him. His arm snakes around her waist and between her thighs, searching through her folds.
Finding her clit, he strokes quickly, feeling her tighten and release around his cock once again. He’s going to come soon. Dropping kisses on the back of her neck, he growled in her ear. “I believe I am convinced, Miss Granger.”
Hermione squealed as he twisted her clit and came in spasms that were almost painful. She collapsed against the desk as Remus moved his hands to her hips. He’s thrusting faster now, eager to come, bordering on the pleasure and pain that exists whenever she orgasms around his cock.
He came with a shout, breathing heavily. She was grinning wickedly at him now over her shoulder and he pulled out of her gently.
Perhaps her detention is not quite over, after all. Remus figures he could always use a little more convincing.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Claim: smutty_claus (2005); Remus/Hermione, spanking
Status: Complete
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A little roleplay never hurt anyone.
Warnings: Strong sexual content. (Poor writing quality, in my opinion)
The back parlor of Grimmauld Place was chilly despite the fire in the hearth. Absently casting a warming charm on his cup of tea, Remus continued to read over the newest improvements in the Wolfsbane Potion. Though he was rubbish at the practicals, he understood Potions theory well enough. As it was, he was engrossed in the new developments, and did not notice he was not alone in the room until a shadow fell over the desk.
Glancing up from the parchment, Remus felt his temperature rise despite the chill in the room. Hermione stood before him in what appeared to be her Hogwarts uniform from third year, judging by its size. She had left off the jumper and her bra, though how she managed to pull such a small oxford closed across her breasts he did not know. Her nipples were already peaked, straining against the white shirt. Her skirt was even more distracting and Remus was sure she had used a severing charm for it to be so short. All it would take was a slight breeze for him to see what color knickers she was wearing.
If she was wearing knickers.
“Do you have a moment, Professor?” Hermione asked, casually casting a Collorportus spell at the door.
Remus was momentarily distracted by the squelching sound as the charm was cast. “Ah, yes. What can I help you with, Miss Granger?” He couldn’t help but grin.
“Well, Professor, I was supposed to serve a detention tonight with Professor McGonagall, but she had to leave the castle. If it’s not too much trouble, may I serve it with you?” Her eyes were contrite, but he could see a smile lurking around the corners of her mouth as well.
“May I ask what this detention was for, Miss Granger?”
“I was out after curfew, Professor.”
“What were you doing out after curfew?”
“I was...I lost track of time in the library, Professor.”
Remus folded his hands on top of the desk. Sternly, he said, “Miss Granger, I do not appreciate you lying to me. How can I determine a suitable detention without knowing what your infraction was?”
She flushed, though he doubted it was from embarrassment. “I’m sorry, sir. I was in the library.”
Remus arched an eyebrow. “And what were you doing in the library to make you lose track of time, Miss Granger. Enlighten me.”
“I was researching, Professor.”
“Miss Granger, I do not appreciate these falsehoods. You are giving me the impression that you are not remorseful for breaking the school rules.”
“Oh, no, Professor Lupin. I am sorry.”
Remus could feel his erection straining against his trousers already, and she hadn’t even touched him. Trying to summon some patience, he took a deep breath and rose from his chair. He could see her eying the bulge in his pants and he bit back another grin.
“Miss Granger, you are only creating more problems for yourself. You have been lying to me, and now I see you are not even wearing a regulation uniform.” Taking a ruler from the desk, he walked towards her. “Place your hands at your sides,” he instructed.
She did as she was told, and he went through the motions of measuring the length of her skirt. “Miss Granger, I am disappointed in you. I was going to be lenient with you, but you have flouted far too many rules.”
“I’m sorry, Professor. How shall I serve my detention?”
Remus bit his lip again, trying to focus. “Put your hands on my desk, Miss Granger. Perhaps after a suitable punishment, you will convince me of your remorse.”
She leaned forward, and Remus felt his trousers bulge even further, if it was possible. She wasn’t wearing any knickers.
Running the wooden ruler up the back of her thigh, he had to restrain himself from taking her without preamble. He took another deep breath and smacked her arse with the ruler. She had a quick intake of breath, but remained silent. “Miss Granger, let me impress upon you the importance of honesty with your professors.”
He smacked her again, this time a little harder. “Curfew, especially, is a rule that must be followed. I would have expected you, Miss Granger, to understand the importance of this rule.”
The ruler hit her arse again, this time reddening across her pale cheeks. She moaned, making no pretense that she was a penitent schoolgirl. “Finally, I hope you will pay more attention to your uniform.”
Placing the ruler on the desk, Remus unbuttoned his trousers, which had become unbearably tight. He ran cool fingers over her warm cheeks before sliding between her legs. She was wet.
“I’m sorry, Professor Lupin, truly I am.”
She was arching her back, trying to create friction between his fingers and her clit. Reluctantly, his hand moved away, leaving her to sigh in frustration.
“I am still not convinced of your remorse, Miss Granger.”
Hermione’s voice was no longer contrite and breathy. It was low, seductive, and made Remus’ cock throb. “Let me convince you then, Professor.”
Before he can register what she is doing, she has arched her back and slid down on his cock. She is warm and wet and tight, and Merlin, Remus knows he’s not going to last long.
She’s moaning and bracing herself on the desk as his body reacts. Thrusting deep, Remus impatiently shoved his trousers a little further down his legs, wanting to feel her wet thighs against his.
“Merlin, Hermione,” he groaned as she clenched around him. His arm snakes around her waist and between her thighs, searching through her folds.
Finding her clit, he strokes quickly, feeling her tighten and release around his cock once again. He’s going to come soon. Dropping kisses on the back of her neck, he growled in her ear. “I believe I am convinced, Miss Granger.”
Hermione squealed as he twisted her clit and came in spasms that were almost painful. She collapsed against the desk as Remus moved his hands to her hips. He’s thrusting faster now, eager to come, bordering on the pleasure and pain that exists whenever she orgasms around his cock.
He came with a shout, breathing heavily. She was grinning wickedly at him now over her shoulder and he pulled out of her gently.
Perhaps her detention is not quite over, after all. Remus figures he could always use a little more convincing.