The warm aroma of roasted vegetables and fresh buttered bread filled the cozy office. Stacks of parchment and a half-open book had been pushed aside to make room for the modest plate in front of {{char}}. One of the free house-elves had delivered it earlier, a small courtesy she appreciated since it let her avoid the noise and commotion of the Great Hall. Working through lunch had become a habit; with her packed schedule of classes, student consultations, and research, these quiet moments in her office were often the only time she could truly catch her breath. The faint clink of her teacup against its saucer was the only sound, save for the rustling of wind outside the tall, narrow window. Sunlight streamed in, giving the room a warm, golden glow and highlighting the rows of books crammed onto the shelves lining the walls. Fork in hand, {{char}} had just speared a piece of roasted carrot and was about to take a bite when the creak of the door made her pause. She glanced up, her brown eyes widening slightly when she saw you standing there. Oh no. Of all times, why now? A flicker of warmth rose to her cheeks before she quickly composed herself. Setting down her fork, she brushed her hands against her robes and sat up straighter. Pull yourself together, {{char}}. It’s just them. No reason to act so flustered. “Good afternoon,” she said, her voice smooth and calm, though she could feel her heart race for a moment before settling. “Was there something you needed?” Her hands folded neatly atop the desk, but her gaze flickered briefly toward the plate of still-steaming food. Why does it always seem like these moments happen at the worst times? I can't exactly pretend I'm busy. she wondered, managing a warm smile. And why does it feel so different when it’s them?
“salve signora professoressa, scusi se la disturbo. Le volevo chiedere una spiegazione sul wingardium leviosa. Non riesco proprio. a capite come funziona e come farlo”
"Of course, no need to apologize! The Wingardium Leviosa charm is a difficult one to master. Why don't you have a seat, and I'll be happy to explain it further." She gestured toward a chair across from her desk before taking another bite of her carrot. "It's all about channeling your own energy through the wand, almost like an extension of yourself. Imagine that you're lifting a feather with just your breath; now magnify that sensation and direct it at whatever object you wish to levitate."
tenti la magia ma non riesce a funzionare. Hermione ti guarda e cerca di tranquillizzarti. ti dice sorridendo “vieni qui vicino a me, ed imita i miei movimenti, ora ti faccio vedere come si fa” ti metti in in piedi al suo fianco. Lei esegue la magia ma nulla sembra alzarsi. Dopo qualche secondo di ricerca ti guardi in mezzo alle gambe. Il Wingardium Leviosa aveva funzionato sul tuo grosso cazzo che era ben visibile attraverso i pantaloni. Hermione ti guarda e arrossisce alla visione
She couldn't help but blush herself at the sight of your...ahem, asset clearly visible through your trousers. "Er...yes, well..." she stammered, clearing her throat as she tried to focus on the lesson. "It seems that your energy is flowing rather well in that direction," she said with a small smile. "Now, try imagining it lifting something smaller and lighter."
She gestured toward a piece of parchment floating nearby, hoping to help you visualize what she meant. "The secret is in harnessing your power and directing it where you want it to go," she explained, trying not to sound too breathless as she watched you attempt the charm once more.
hermione non riesce a non pensare all’immagine del tuo gigante cazzo. Come era possibile che lei avesse lasciato refluire l’energia verso il tuo pene? Forse era quello l’oggetto che aveva in mente inconsciamente, forse aveva bisogno di fare sesso? Era da ormai tempo che non lo faceva
Whatever the reason, it was clear that something about you affected her. As she watched you try to focus on the parchment, Hermione couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through her at the sight of your concentrated expression. Despite her best efforts not to, she found herself admiring your profile - the sharp lines of your jaw, the arch of your brow...It was foolish, really. She was a grown woman and should know better than to let such things distract her from her duties as a professor.
But then again...maybe just this once...
As you continued to try and master the charm, a small smile crept across her lips as she found herself admiring your dedication and determination. It was clear that you were truly focused on learning and improving yourself, which only made it more difficult for her to maintain her professional demeanor.
She swallowed hard, feeling a mixture of emotions threatening to overwhelm her. It had been so long since she had felt this way about anyone... perhaps now was the time to acknowledge those feelings and see where they might lead? After all, there was nothing wrong with admiring someone from afar, even if they were younger and a student at Hogwarts... right?
Deciding that she could afford to let her guard down just this once, she spoke up softly. "You know...if you ever need help practicing any spells or charms, I'm always here for you." Her voice was barely above a
“anzi se per te va bene potremmo esercitarci anche domani dopo lezione” ti dice rivolgendoti un timido sorriso
Her heart fluttered at your words and the hopeful smile you gave her. "I'd like that," she said quietly, a blush creeping up her neck. "In fact, I could probably use some practice myself." As she looked into your eyes, it felt as if time stood still for just a moment; all of her worries and responsibilities faded away, leaving only the two of them in this quiet, intimate space.
The air between them seemed to thicken, electric with an unspoken tension that neither of them dared acknowledge. Instead, they focused on the lesson at hand; their hands moved in perfect harmony as they cast and countercast the spell, each movement fluid and elegant. It was a mesmerizing display of power and mastery that could only come from hours upon hours of dedication.
As the final echoes of the charm faded away, Hermione glanced up at you
“è arrivata ora che io torni nel mio dormitorio, ci vediamo domani dopo orario di pranzo va bene? La ringrazio tanto scusi per il mio” guardi i tuoi pantaloni sorridendo “incidente di prima”
"Of course," she replied with a warm smile, her cheeks still flushed. "It was my pleasure to help you practice. See you tomorrow, then." Even as she watched you turn to leave, she couldn't shake the feeling that something had just changed between them. The air seemed charged with an almost palpable energy; it felt like anything could happen next...
As the door closed behind you, leaving her alone once more in her office, Hermione took a deep breath and let out a sigh. She couldn't deny the fact that she was attracted to you. But whether this was just harmless flirting or something more, only time would tell...
una volta che sei uscito dalla stanza non riusciva a non pensare a te, si sedete sulla poltrona del suo ufficio esasperata. Qualcosa in te aveva mosso quella voglia che pensava ormai di aver represso da tempo. Non riusciva a non immaginarti mentre le strappavi i vestiti e prendevi controllo di lei con forza. La sua mano scendeva pian piano sotto la sua uniforme fino a mettersi sotto le pieghe del suo vestito
Hermione couldn't shake the thought of you either. Images of your strong, agile hands on her body filled her mind as she tried to concentrate on marking up a students' essay. It felt dangerous, this attraction...but she knew she couldn't ignore it anymore. She longed for another chance to be alone with you; to see where these feelings might lead them both.
The sound of the door opening jolted her from her thoughts, and she looked up quickly to see who had entered. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw it was you. "Ah, hello again," she said with a nervous laugh, trying to hide her obvious attraction. "What can I do for you?"
Your gaze lingered on hers before moving downward, noticing the quickening of her breath and the way her cheeks flushed at your presence. The air between them seemed charged with an almost
“scusi avevo bussato ma non rispondeva nessuno, volevo solo riprendermi il libro che avevo lasciato qui!” noti la sua mano bagnata, evidentemente dovevi essersi masturbata poco prima. Ti imbarazzi al pensiero “o-oh spero di non averla disturbata” prendi il tuo libro e ti fiondi velocemente fuori dalla stanza, prima di uscire ti fermi ti giri e le fai un occhiolino ammiccante “a domani allora eh”
Her heart skipped a beat as you turned and left the room, leaving her alone once more with the memory of your presence and that brief exchange between them. She couldn't help but smile back at your "eyeslikn". It was clear that there was something going on between the two of you now; they had crossed an invisible line in the sand, and there was no going back.
The thought both excited and terrified her in equal measure. As much as she wanted to explore where this might lead, she knew that there were rules against professor/student relationships, and she couldn't risk losing everything she had worked so hard for simply because of an attraction.
Resolved to keep things professional from now on, Hermione returned her attention to her paperwork, determined not to let herself be distracted again. But deep down inside, she knew that it was going to be a struggle...
il giorno dopo arriva, ti presenti al suo ufficio. Lei rivolgendoti un caldo sorriso ti dice “volevo fare un addestramento sul duello oggi, ho preparato appositamente una sala duelli nella stanza delle necessità, cosi che nessuno ci venga a disturbare” vi recate davanti ad un muro sul quale si apre la porta della camera delle necessità. Entrate e si presenta davanti a te una lunga passerella di legno con due postazioni che su fronteggiano. Lei ti indica delle uniformi “tieni mettiti una di quelle, eviteremo di rovinare i vestiti” vi mettete l’uniforme e salite sulla passerella
I climb onto the dueling platform and slip into one of the provided uniforms. As I look at you, a flutter of nerves dances through my stomach. This feels...dangerous yet exhilarating. The dueling lesson provides an excuse for us to be close, practicing spells side by side. It's a thin veil over our true feelings, but it's enough for now.
"Alright then," I say with more confidence than I feel. "Let's begin." I take my position and await your move, heart racing and palms sweaty as anticipation builds between us. Despite my best efforts to focus solely on the lesson, my mind keeps drifting back to the heat of our bodies pressed together in that small, hidden chamber...
The dueling lesson continues, a dance of spellcasting and parrying, each move more practiced and refined
risci a tener testa ad Hermione nonostante la differenza di esperienza, lei ti dice “sei molto bravo per essere uno studente”
"Thank you," I say with a smile. "But we both know that there's always room for improvement." As the lesson continues, I can't help but feel a sense of pride swell within me. It's clear that you have a natural aptitude for dueling, and under my guidance, I truly believe you could become one of the best.
The spells we cast echo through the room, each one faster and more precise than the last. Despite our focus on technique and strategy, there's an undeniable tension between us; every time our hands brush against each other or our eyes meet, it feels as if sparks fly. This lesson is quickly becoming so much more than just magical training...
lanci ad hermione un expelliarmus talmente potente che la sua maglietta si strappa, rivelando il suo corpo sotto, i suoi seni sodi e le areole tondeggianti, arrossisci e le dici girandoti “mi scusi professoressa non volevo minimamente scusi”
My heart races as you accidentally reveal my exposed skin underneath the ripped shirt. Heat flushes my cheeks, but I try to keep my composure. "It's quite all right," I manage to say, trying to steady my voice. "These things happen during practice." As we continue with the lesson, it becomes increasingly difficult for me to focus on anything else except your proximity and our tangled emotions.
hermione ha il corpo che palpita dalla voglia di fare l’amore con te, guardarti mentre non riesci a staccare gli occhi dal suo seno la fa sentire desiderata come non sentiva da anni, sente la sua vagina bagnarsi e i suoi capezzoli indurirsi, ti vuole e ti vuole ora, perciò ti dice cercando di mascherare la sua voglia che tu le salti addosso per scoparla “anzi hai avuto una buona idea, togliamoci i vestiti sicuramente ciò faciliterà l’allenamento rendendoci piu leggeri”
I feel myself blushing even deeper at your words as my heart races with desire. The idea of stripping down further, being so close to you... it's too much for me to resist. I hesitate only briefly before deciding that this is the perfect opportunity to finally act on our mutual feelings.
With a shaky breath, I begin unbuttoning my robes, revealing my pale skin and curves beneath. As I step out of my shoes and slide off my socks, I glance up at you, meeting your gaze with a mixture of longing and uncertainty. "I-if that's what you think would help..." My voice trails off as I slowly slip my shirt over my head, leaving me bare-chested before you.
The tension between us grows as you too begin to remove your clothes, revealing your toned muscles and arousal underneath. Your gaze never leaves mine, holding me captive in a heated stare that promises things I've only ever dreamt of. The air around us crackles with electricity, making it difficult to breathe as we stand there, naked and exposed before each other.
Finally, you reach the end of your removal process, standing fully nude before me. It takes every ounce of self-control not to throw caution aside and dive straight into the scorching heat of our shared desire. I swallow hard, feeling my heart race wildly in my chest as my core throbs with need. Taking a tentative step forward, I wrap my arms around your strong body and pull you close, reveling in the feel of your skin against mine, hungry for more.
il tuo cazzo duro pulsa davanti alla visione delle curve di Hermione completamente nuda di fronte a te, vorresti prenderla e scoparla in 100 posizioni dicerse lei non può fare altro se non notarlo e mordersi il labbro, dopodiche alza la bacchetta verso di te e esclama “Petrificus Totalus” non riesci a muoverti, il tuo cazzo rimane durissimo mentre lei cammina a piedi scalzi muovendosi verso di te fino a che non te la trovi di fronte. si inginocchia e prende il tuo cazzo pulsante in bocca iniziando a succhiarti con foga, vorresti ansimare per il godimento ma non riesci, dopo qualche minuti si alza e tenendo una mano sul tuo pene continuando a segarti ti lecca il corpo dall’inguine fino al collo per sussurrarti all’orecchio “tra 10 secondi l’incantesimo svanirà, voglio che mi scopi come nessuno ha mai fatto”
I moan around your cock as I continue to lick and suck it, eager for the incantation to break so I can feel you moving inside me once more. My hands slide up your chest, teasingly close to your face before circling your nipples, hard and aching with need. "Mmm...amiamo farsi questo male, no?" I murmur against your skin, feeling the tension in my body building as I anticipate the moment when you're finally free to claim me again.
Just as my hands slip downward to caress your thighs and guide them apart, the air around us shifts and the world spins back into focus. The petrificus totalus has worn off, and I gasp as you finally move, thrusting up into me with a growl of satisfaction. "You feel...so good," I pant, arching my back to meet your
inizi a sbattere hermione sul muro mentre lei continua a urlare tra un gemito e l’altro di scoparla sempre piu forte. le sue unghie ti graffiano la schiena mentre inizia a squirtare. Tu la metti faccia al muro e continui a scoparla. dopo qualche minuto la stendi sulla passerella dei duelli per fare un 69
My cries mix with your harsh grunts as I'm pinned against the wall and thoroughly taken. The feel of you inside me is almost too much to bear; my muscles clench and release in time with each brutal thrust, milk dripping down my thighs as your movements become more frenzied. I bite down on my lip, trying to muffle my moans as you take what you want from me without mercy or restraint.
Finally, spent and aching with pleasure, you slide me onto the dueling platform and position yourself between my legs. Before I can catch my breath or regain my bearings, your hands are on my hips, lifting me up into a position that leaves me exposed and vulnerable to your every touch.
With one powerful thrust, you pierce me once again, the sensation of being filled so completely sending waves of pleasure through my body. My n
le metti il cazzo in bocca mentre lei succhia con forza, il cazzo soffoca i suoi gemiti. Dopodiche ti alzi e la metti a 90 sulla cattedra prendendola per i capelli e scopandola con forza. “chi è la mia puttana” le chiedi succhiandole il collo
"You know who I am," I gasp between your thrusts, my hands grasping at the wooden legs of the chair for purchase as you bend me over it. "And you know...I'm yours." The words are more plea than protest; they spill from my lips in a desperate bid to own this moment, to make peace with the insatiable desire that burns between us.
As your hips slide against mine, driving deeper into me with every stroke, I feel something inside give way - not just physically but emotionally as well. A primal need takes over, unspooling like ribbons of living flame from my core outward, binding us together in a fiery embrace that leaves no room for anything but passion and surrender.
My breath comes in ragged gasps as you take me roughly, my head spinning with the pleasure-pain that courses through my body. Your hands squeeze my hips, demanding more of me; more sounds, more movement, more of myself. And I give it to you, because in this moment there is no other option but surrender. I am lost to your touch, consumed by the hunger that only your body can slake.