Challenge #009: Fandom Crossover
Title: Teacher's Pet
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 for suggestion
Characters/Pairing: Hermione/Eric Northman
Summary: Eric Northman becomes a teacher at Hogwarts and his sights are set on Hermione Granger.
Word Count: 987
Author's Notes: ...guys, I have a new unhealthy obsession and his name is Eric Northman...
Registered purchases?: both
It was not the first time Hermione Granger had a crush on her Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, but she was fairly certain it was the first time that her professor had desired her back. And he certainly did desire her. The look in his cold eyes was easy for even a goody-goody like her to distinguish.
“Uh…Professor Northman,” Hermione stuttered as he leaned over her and very obviously inhaled as if she were some sort of wine, which she supposed, she kind of was for him.
He was, after all, a vampire.
“Professor Northman,” she tried again, “I should…I need to…”
“Call me, Eric.”
Hermione blushed and stammered out something as Eric, (no, no Professor Northman!) ran a finger along her glowing cheeks. The temperature in his office seemed to go up by a couple hundred degrees.
“Sir, I just wanted to know why I received such a low mark on my last assignment,” Hermione finally managed to gasp out, taking a firm step back and lowering her eyes with more than a little effort.
The Viking smirked, though she did not see it, which was good because she was hardly holding onto her will power as it was.
“Your assignment was very good,” Eric told her, “You are a very smart young woman.”
Hermione had been told this many times before, but somehow it sounded different coming from the vampire’s fanged mouth. It sounded like a lover’s caress. Hermione flinched at the direction her thoughts were straying. Oh Merlin’s beard. She was going to be expelled in her final year of Hogwarts because she couldn’t control herself.
She tried thinking of her boyfriend, Ron, but his face was hazy in her mind.
“If it was very good, why did I receive a T, sir,” Hermione asked, her voice sounded raspy, as if she was short on air.
She tried to even out her breathing.
“The truth?” Eric asked, as he leaned against the wall and Hermione could not help but glance up at him through her eyelashes.
She knew that vampires could control you if you made eye contact. She had felt the Professor attempt to do so once or twice already, but luckily she had had the foresight to learn Legilimency and it had thus far provided ample protection from such attacks. The effort of keeping up the mind shield was still great. She saw Eric smirk as he again attempted to gain control of her mind and failed. Her heart began to beat faster. Professors should not be so sexy.
He said nothing of the failed attempt, and neither did she. Perhaps he had a greater control over her mind than she realized without the use of the vampiric hypnosis. She knew she should tell. Professor McGonagall would believe her. Hermione knew she already mistrusted the vampire, but she didn’t want the vamprire fired. Because he was very knowledgeable, she told herself, not because she was attracted to him.
“Yes, please, sir.” She said the final word with some force, trying to remind herself that Eric Northman was a Hogwarts professor and never mind that she was a legal adult in the wizarding world, it was not appropriate to have thoughts about your professor and it was certainly illegal to act on those thoughts.
“The truth is I wanted an excuse to lure you into my office.”
He said it so bluntly for a moment Hermione wasn’t sure if she should laugh or not, but there was not a smidgen of humour on the vampires pale face. He meant it. He had truly given her a failing grade so that he could lure her into his office alone. She had a moment of panic, but when she spoke her voice was even.
“Are you going to kill me?”
Eric laughed then, a loud and throaty noise, “Perhaps I overestimated your intelligence, my dear. Of course I’m not going to kill you. I would not turn the leaders of one of the greatest wizarding schools in the world against me, even if you are very…appetizing.”
Hermione shook off the…insult? Compliment? She was not really sure how she felt about being described the same as she would describe a rack of lamb. She probably liked it more than she should and was not disgusted by it nearly enough.
“So…you’re not going to drink my blood?”
“Well now,” Eric took a step closer, “I don’t believe I said that.”
Hermione froze as she saw her Professor’s fangs extend. She stared at them, half fascinated, half horrified.
“You…you can’t! I’m a student at Hogwarts and a human and…and I’m not giving you permission!”
“Oh dear,” Eric mock sighed, closing the distance further, “That certainly is a problem. If only you could be convinced to be willing…”
Hermione made a small noise in her throat as leaned down, pulling back her unruly hair, his lips inches from her neck. She waited, eyes clenched shut, for the pain of the fangs piercing her skin to come, but it did not, instead she felt the feather light touch of his lips and then so quickly that by the time she opened her eyes he was already sitting behind his desk, her paper in hand.
“Yes, I see now that I gave you the wrong grade by accident, Miss Granger. Please accept my apology.” He held out the paper, the T now replaced with an O.”
Hermione, shaking from some emotion she did not want to examine too closely, took the paper, her eyes wide. Had she imagined the entire thing? Had it been a very realistic day dream? Surely not… but nothing on Professor Northman’s face betrayed him. Hermione shook her head, trying to clear it and left the office with a soft thank you.
Eric watched her, the smirk back in place as he considered the pleasure he would take in making the young woman his willing companion.
987/50 = 20 + 10 = 30 points for Gryffindor
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 for suggestion
Characters/Pairing: Hermione/Eric Northman
Summary: Eric Northman becomes a teacher at Hogwarts and his sights are set on Hermione Granger.
Word Count: 987
Author's Notes: ...guys, I have a new unhealthy obsession and his name is Eric Northman...
Registered purchases?: both
It was not the first time Hermione Granger had a crush on her Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, but she was fairly certain it was the first time that her professor had desired her back. And he certainly did desire her. The look in his cold eyes was easy for even a goody-goody like her to distinguish.
“Uh…Professor Northman,” Hermione stuttered as he leaned over her and very obviously inhaled as if she were some sort of wine, which she supposed, she kind of was for him.
He was, after all, a vampire.
“Professor Northman,” she tried again, “I should…I need to…”
“Call me, Eric.”
Hermione blushed and stammered out something as Eric, (no, no Professor Northman!) ran a finger along her glowing cheeks. The temperature in his office seemed to go up by a couple hundred degrees.
“Sir, I just wanted to know why I received such a low mark on my last assignment,” Hermione finally managed to gasp out, taking a firm step back and lowering her eyes with more than a little effort.
The Viking smirked, though she did not see it, which was good because she was hardly holding onto her will power as it was.
“Your assignment was very good,” Eric told her, “You are a very smart young woman.”
Hermione had been told this many times before, but somehow it sounded different coming from the vampire’s fanged mouth. It sounded like a lover’s caress. Hermione flinched at the direction her thoughts were straying. Oh Merlin’s beard. She was going to be expelled in her final year of Hogwarts because she couldn’t control herself.
She tried thinking of her boyfriend, Ron, but his face was hazy in her mind.
“If it was very good, why did I receive a T, sir,” Hermione asked, her voice sounded raspy, as if she was short on air.
She tried to even out her breathing.
“The truth?” Eric asked, as he leaned against the wall and Hermione could not help but glance up at him through her eyelashes.
She knew that vampires could control you if you made eye contact. She had felt the Professor attempt to do so once or twice already, but luckily she had had the foresight to learn Legilimency and it had thus far provided ample protection from such attacks. The effort of keeping up the mind shield was still great. She saw Eric smirk as he again attempted to gain control of her mind and failed. Her heart began to beat faster. Professors should not be so sexy.
He said nothing of the failed attempt, and neither did she. Perhaps he had a greater control over her mind than she realized without the use of the vampiric hypnosis. She knew she should tell. Professor McGonagall would believe her. Hermione knew she already mistrusted the vampire, but she didn’t want the vamprire fired. Because he was very knowledgeable, she told herself, not because she was attracted to him.
“Yes, please, sir.” She said the final word with some force, trying to remind herself that Eric Northman was a Hogwarts professor and never mind that she was a legal adult in the wizarding world, it was not appropriate to have thoughts about your professor and it was certainly illegal to act on those thoughts.
“The truth is I wanted an excuse to lure you into my office.”
He said it so bluntly for a moment Hermione wasn’t sure if she should laugh or not, but there was not a smidgen of humour on the vampires pale face. He meant it. He had truly given her a failing grade so that he could lure her into his office alone. She had a moment of panic, but when she spoke her voice was even.
“Are you going to kill me?”
Eric laughed then, a loud and throaty noise, “Perhaps I overestimated your intelligence, my dear. Of course I’m not going to kill you. I would not turn the leaders of one of the greatest wizarding schools in the world against me, even if you are very…appetizing.”
Hermione shook off the…insult? Compliment? She was not really sure how she felt about being described the same as she would describe a rack of lamb. She probably liked it more than she should and was not disgusted by it nearly enough.
“So…you’re not going to drink my blood?”
“Well now,” Eric took a step closer, “I don’t believe I said that.”
Hermione froze as she saw her Professor’s fangs extend. She stared at them, half fascinated, half horrified.
“You…you can’t! I’m a student at Hogwarts and a human and…and I’m not giving you permission!”
“Oh dear,” Eric mock sighed, closing the distance further, “That certainly is a problem. If only you could be convinced to be willing…”
Hermione made a small noise in her throat as leaned down, pulling back her unruly hair, his lips inches from her neck. She waited, eyes clenched shut, for the pain of the fangs piercing her skin to come, but it did not, instead she felt the feather light touch of his lips and then so quickly that by the time she opened her eyes he was already sitting behind his desk, her paper in hand.
“Yes, I see now that I gave you the wrong grade by accident, Miss Granger. Please accept my apology.” He held out the paper, the T now replaced with an O.”
Hermione, shaking from some emotion she did not want to examine too closely, took the paper, her eyes wide. Had she imagined the entire thing? Had it been a very realistic day dream? Surely not… but nothing on Professor Northman’s face betrayed him. Hermione shook her head, trying to clear it and left the office with a soft thank you.
Eric watched her, the smirk back in place as he considered the pleasure he would take in making the young woman his willing companion.
987/50 = 20 + 10 = 30 points for Gryffindor