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RP: Detention

Oct 31, 2007 20:15

Date: October 31, 2005
Characters: Hermione Granger, Roger Davies
Location: Their house
Status: Private
Summary: Roger and Hermione get into character.
Completion: Incomplete

( Kept after class )

place: private residence, october 2005, roger davies, hermione granger

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shh_roger November 1 2007, 01:53:49 UTC

He gulped as he looked up, fumbling slightly with his glasses -- which was unlike him in itself. It was just ... god, she was killing him. The skirt was even shorter than it had bee; all she needed was to bend the slightest bit and he'd see her knicker-clad bum.

Her breasts looked like they were going to pop out of that shirt, and he was more than willing to help the process along. He reached out, wanting nothing more than to begin touching her, all over, before he remembered he was supposed to be in character, here. He recovered, dropping his arm and clearing his throat as he stood up straighter and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

Although, he wouldn't have been a man if he hadn't leered, just a little, before he looked up and said, "Ah, yes, Miss Granger. Er. I wished to speak with you alone, about your behavior in class this evening. If you'll just join me in the library? I think it would be more ... appropriate for the nature of this discussion."

Without another word, he stepped aside, holding out a hand toward the library as if to direct her to go ahead of him.

shh_hermione November 1 2007, 02:18:13 UTC

The fact that she could somehow arouse Roger in such a way never failed to excite her. She knew there were still so many things they hadn't done yet, despite the months since they'd become physically intimate, but it was like it was new every time. While he took in her appearance, she licked her lips and tried not to ogle him. He was wearing that awful tweed jacket that made her think things that tweed just should not bring to mind, and she liked the way he looked in glasses, mostly because it changed his face enough to make this seem like it was more of a game.

When he mentioned the library, she bit her lip. What did he have in mind? She couldn't ask, of course, because they were supposedly a professor and student. Still, he had to know that doing this in her library would arouse her in that twisted little way that she no longer found shameful.

"Of course, Professor," she said, turning quick enough that her skirt flew up to flash him a glimpse of her bum. Her cheeks flushed with heat and she wondered if she'd actually be able to make it through tonight without just stopping the game.

shh_roger November 1 2007, 02:48:24 UTC

The little flounce of skirt didn't go unnoticed. By the time he'd followed her into the library, he was more than a little hard, and very twitchy, and it was only going to get worse. He hoped it didn't detract from the image he was supposed to be presenting, but damn if he could help it.

When they arrived in the library, he waited for her to turn to him. "I have to say, I'm very disappointed in your behavior this evening. Quite unbecoming of a student, especially one as clever, and ... talented as you. I'm afraid you'll need to serve detention. Really, it's the only way to reward such wanton behavior."

He crossed his arms and moved to a bookshelf. "I'll preside over your punishment, of course. We're going to cataloging the books in here. It's quite tedious, but we'll work on them if it takes us all night. I'm quite thorough, and I expect the same from my students."

shh_hermione November 1 2007, 03:43:10 UTC

"Detention?" She arched a brow but tried to remember the game. "I'm sorry, Professor, but I have to disagree. My behavior this evening hasn't been wanton. Perhaps you're at fault for having impure thoughts about a student? In which case, I shouldn't be punished because of your urges."

She blinked when he said what her punishment was going to be. While she was relieved that it wouldn't be something like spanking, which she wasn't at all sure she'd tolerate, even while trying to be adventurous, she had to admit that she wasn't entirely sure that she wasn't disappointed.

"Cataloging the books? That's my detention?" she asked. She bit her lip and looked at the shelves. How was this sexy? Sure, she was wearing a skimpy costume, and he was making her think wicked thoughts about him in his glasses and tweed, but shouldn't the play be arousing in some ways? Of course, she had a fondness for books, just not one she'd ever associated with intimacy.

shh_roger November 1 2007, 04:17:17 UTC

"I have to beg to differ," he said matter-of-factly. "Even as your professor, I can hardly be blamed for my reaction to such an outfit. Or to the looks you sent my way all evening."

He lifted a brow as he took in her expression. Barely-concealed disappointment. Well, she had to know him well enough to know that they'd not actually get as far as cataloging books, at least, he sure as hell didn't intend to. But she'd know soon enough, anyway.

"Don't pretend to be upset about it, Miss Granger," he said as she came over. She was looking at the shelves, facing them, and he bent close to her ear. "I think we both know how much you love books. I've watched you in my class. I see the way you look as you touch the pages, run your fingers along the leather and parchment."

shh_hermione November 2 2007, 23:56:33 UTC

"I didn't send any looks, Professor. Perhaps you just imagined it?" she said innocently. She tossed her hair over her shoulder and smiled sweetly before she walked ahead of him.

When he said not to pretend to be upset, she reminded herself to keep playing. "It's detention, Sir. I should be upset," she pointed out in a prissy tone. Roger leaned forward and whispered against her ear, which made her shudder as she inhaled sharply.

"You shouldn't be watching me in class, Professor. It's improper," she murmured, trying her best not to lean back against him.

shh_roger November 3 2007, 00:23:39 UTC

"I've got a good imagination," he conceded, moving closer, "but I didn't imagine that."

He crowded her deliberately, his lips almost close enough to her ear to touch. Bracing a hand on the shelf as he stood behind her, he groaned quietly. It was just ... god, the way she called him 'Professor' like that.

"I can't bloody well not watch you," he nearly growled, rocking forward once before he remembered the game. "It might be improper, but so is this skirt." Swinging his hand forward, he traced the hem, letting his fingertips just brush her upper thighs and the silk of her knickers. "Teasing me. Bending over like you do."

shh_hermione November 3 2007, 00:43:49 UTC

"Do you, Professor? What things have you imagined?"

He was standing too close, pressing her against the bookshelf as he groaned against her ear. He was aroused by this, obviously, so she supposed it didn't matter if she wasn't doing very well remembering that this was a game.

She gasped when he rocked forward and growled, wondering if that was a Professor reaction. Somehow, she doubted it, which meant he wasn't able to keep it just a game, either. When he touched her bare skin, she shuddered and rolled her hips so she could press against him.

"I don't tease you, Professor," she denied as she tilted her head to the side and gripped the bookshelves. "You like it when I, uh, when I bend over, don't you?" She blushed even as she said it, but she was trying to be daring.

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