Under My Skin

Chapter Three: Stronger

Draco Malfoy watched, smirking in amusement, as Hermione quickly rushed from the classroom, a fierce blush staining her cheeks. Harry and Ron hurried after her, frowning at her behaviour. He turned his gaze to Professor Lupin.

Remus's gaze followed Hermione as she practically ran from the room. He let his eyes close and dropped them to his desk. He looked as if he was trying to decide whether to be embarrassed or ashamed about something.

And Draco was the only one who knew what.

Crabbe and Goyle followed him out the door as he made his way to the Slytherin common room.

Lupin and Granger were apparently stronger than he'd anticipated. By all accounts, Lupin should have told her to stay after class and then ravaged her on his desk the moment the last student filed out of the room.

No problem. Tonight, he'd just increase the potency of the spell. A tad of gnashed mandrake root should do the trick. He could only hope Professor Snape wouldn't notice a packet of the ingredient missing from his private stocks.

***

Draco opened the door to the boy's dormitory in Slytherin and entered, not really concerned that anyone would disturb him.

He thought he'd might as well get this over with before everyone cam rushing up to bed, which wouldn't be for hours. It was only 7:30 at the latest. He had Crabbe and Goyle watching the doors, so as to confirm privacy. After all, this wouldn't take long, but he didn't fancy explaining what he was doing sprinkling Root of Mandrake all over an Orb of Venus.

He kneeled in front of his bed and opened the heavy trunk at the foot of it. He carefully removed the top shelf in it, revealing a glowing sphere nestled protectively at the bottom of the trunk.

Then he dug into the pocket of his robes and pulled out the tiny packet of mandrake root. He opened the package and took a pinch of the brownish substance between his thumb and fore finger.

He closed his eyes, muttered another Italian phrase and lightly sprinkled the powder over the Orb.

The glow all ready coming from the Orb intensified from a whitish colour to a deep gold.

***

As Hermione was just stepping in to the enormous, swimming pool-sized bath tub when a rush of something warm and tingly swept through her naked body from her daintily painted toes to the roots of her cinnamon coloured hair. The force of it almost knocked her off her feet.

She took a deep breath to steady herself and sank further into the steamy water. She let her eyes slip closed and, smiling, sighed as she leaned her head against the back of the tub.

She had always maintained that the best way to get your mind off unpleasant things was to take a nice, scalding, bubble bath. The bubbles, scented clouds and other things that came with the Head Girl's bathroom were just perks. Not that thoughts of Remus were unpleasant. Quite the opposite, in fact. But having non-stop sex day dreams about him had put her on edge, to say the least.

She felt a tightening in her chest, and when she raised her soapy hand to wash herself, she found her nipples were erect. She groaned. It was quite tiring thinking of nothing all day with the exception of Professor Remus J. Lupin.

Her hand trailed little bubbles down the silky skin of her chest, her fingernail whisking lightly over her nipple. She inhaled sharply. She shifted in the bath as she dropped her finger to dip inside her navel.

Then she noticed the jets consistently pounding water in a steady stream into her back, easing the tension out of the muscles. Hmm. . .To do it, or not to do it? Well, if it would calm her down, maybe she could focus on her homework when she got back to the common room. So it was probably for the best. Beneficial for all. And maybe after, she'd be able to NOT think about naked Professor Lupin.

She turned around in the water, causing tiny waves to ripple out from her body. She inched forward, closing the distance between her body and the water jets. The pressure of the jet on her abdomen became increasingly more intense the closer she got. When Hermione was as close as she could get without pulling a muscle, she positioned herself so that the jet was aimed directly at the tiny button hidden beneath layers of flesh between her legs.

The initial sensation made her cry out. She used one hand to hold her in that position, using the other to caress her breasts.

Her eyes squeezed shut as she imagined Remus. His hard, lean body naked and sheathed with sweat as he looked up at her from his position between her thighs. His tongue darted out and sipped at her. Her hips bucked. It was his hands lightly stroking her tender breasts, not hers. Remus was licking her sweetest spot. His tongue was applying a sweet, insistent pressure on her clitoris, gently pinching her nipples.

Her breathing laboured as her climax quickly neared. Imaginary Remus was quite the sex god. And she wasn't even imagining him having full-blown sex. If he was this good at imaginary oral sex, she couldn't wait until she got to make imaginary love with him.

Her orgasm crashed down on her and she shook violently, crying out loud. She released her grip on the side of the tub and sank down in the water, becoming completely submerged.

Letting the heated water wash away the layer of sweat that had formed on her body, she blinked as her breathing returned to normal. She groaned as she fully comprehended that she'd just been driven to an earth-shattering orgasm by the image of her Defense Against the Dark Arts professor going down on her.

***

Remus was just sitting down at his desk to mark some fifth year essays when he felt a wave of heat rush through his body. He was knocked into his chair in surprise. He frowned and shook his head, attempting to shake off the feeling of sexual frustration that was now humming just below his skin. On every inch of his body. He took a deep breath and ran his hand through his light brown hair.

Planting his elbows on the desk and dropping his face into his hands, he rubbed his eyes, trying to rid himself of the feeling of constant horniness that had plagued him since the night before.

Teachers weren't supposed to think of their students like this. Not like gorgeous, sexual creatures, aching for him to kiss away their thoughts.

He then became painfully aware that the images his train of thought had presented had left him with a more. . .pressing urgency. How was he supposed to grade when he was this uncomfortable?

He groaned and hesitantly unbuttoned the jeans he'd been wearing beneath his robes. The pain that had been caused by the denim restricting his growing erection evaporated the moment he shoved his pants down a bit to give it some room.

Dammit, he'd never get any work done if he had to change positions every two seconds due to extreme case of boner. Best just to take care of it now and get it over with so he could grade these papers.

Remus resignedly moved to his bedroom, which was just down the hall from his work area. Sighing, he flopped down on the bed and closed his eyes, picturing Hermione before he could stop himself.

She smirked coyly up at him as she slowly crawled up his body to cover his lips with hers. Her hand trailed down his chest, lightly tracing a path down his abdomen.

It wasn't him stroking the penis from root to tip, it was her.

Her tiny hand pumped him slowly, encircling him. She dragged her thumb over the velvety tip of him and licked the base of his penis. She seemed to know exactly what she was doing. Then she drew her tongue up the length of him before taking him entirely into the silky heat of her mouth.

He moaned out loud. Whispering curses, he frantically increased the pace of the strokes as he felt the climax building inside of him as his body tightened. His hips jerked into his hand one final time before he came, releasing all the pent up frustration from the previous night and that day.

As his ragged breathing began to regulate, he found himself tiredly wondering what charm it was that would clean off the bedspread before he had company.