A Life at Hogwarts
Chapter 12 - Part 3
A familiar voice cut through the quiet night.
"Well, well. Good timing."
Roland Greengrass stepped out from the shadows near the greenhouses, his black robes perfectly neat and untouched by the Forest's mess. He clapped his hands once, slow and deliberate, a faint, satisfied smile curving his lips.
"Miss Granger," he said smoothly, voice carrying easily across the grass, "a word. The rest of you—straight back to your common rooms. It's late."
Hermione's entire face lit up in an instant. The exhaustion from the Forest melted away as she straightened, a bright spark of excitement flashing in her eyes. She didn't hesitate for even a second. "Yes, Professor."
Ron blinked, still half-dazed and clearly not processing much beyond the relief of being out of the trees. "Uh… alright then. See you tomorrow, Hermione."
Harry lingered a second longer. His stomach twisted hard as he watched her walk over to Roland without a backward glance. Those visions flashed behind his eyes again—his mum on her knees in that train compartment, the same calm, controlled expression on Roland's face while Lily looked up at him with raw need. Harry opened his mouth, the words catching in his throat. What could he even say? Don't go with him? I've seen things? It sounded insane even in his head. He closed his mouth and stayed silent.
Hermione fell into step beside Roland, her posture already shifting, shoulders relaxing as the distance between her and the group grew.
They didn't go far. Roland led her through a narrow side entrance near the greenhouses and down a quiet, dimly lit corridor that few students used at this hour. The moment the heavy door clicked shut behind them and they were truly alone, Roland flicked his wand with a casual motion.
Hermione's clothes vanished in a whisper of magic—robes, jumper, shirt, tie, skirt, even her underwear—leaving her completely naked except for her socks and shoes. The cool castle air rushed over her bare skin, raising goosebumps along her arms and making her nipples tighten into hard little peaks almost instantly. She was a picture of youthful softness and curves: full, perky tits that sat high on her chest with puffy pink nipples, a narrow waist that flared into rounded hips, thick thighs that pressed together instinctively, and a plump, firm ass that jiggled slightly with her nervous shift in weight. A neat patch of curly brown hair sat above her already slick pussy lips, her arousal evident in the faint sheen coating her inner thighs.
Roland reached into his pocket and pulled out a thin black leather collar. He stepped close, the scent of his cologne mixing with the faint earthy smell of the Forest still clinging to her skin. He fastened the collar around her throat with a soft, deliberate click, then attached the matching leash. He gave it a gentle tug, testing the connection.
"Walk," he said, voice low and commanding.
Hermione's face burned with a deep, humiliated flush that spread all the way down to her chest, but it only made her wetter.
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When she was done she stayed on her knees, face flushed, lips swollen, eyes shining with that familiar mix of exhaustion and pleasure.
Roland ran his thumb slowly over her bottom lip, wiping away a stray drop of cum. "You did good tonight. Really good. Get dressed. Go back to your dorm before anyone notices you're gone too long."
Hermione stood on shaky legs. With a flick of his wand her clothes reappeared on her body. She straightened them as best she could, smoothing down her skirt and buttoning her blouse with trembling fingers. The collar and leash disappeared last. Before she left she paused at the door, turning back to him with a small, secret smile.
"I can't wait for Valentine's," she said quietly, voice still a little hoarse.
Roland nodded, leaning back in his chair. "Neither can I."
She slipped out into the corridor, the heavy office door clicking shut behind her with a soft finality. The moment she was alone the full weight of what had just happened settled over her body. Every step sent a deep, delicious ache radiating from between her legs. Her cunt felt tender and used, still fluttering faintly with aftershocks. Deeper inside, she could feel the warm, sticky reminder of Roland's cum slowly leaking from both her pussy and her ass, soaking into the fabric of her knickers. A faint trickle had already escaped, making the insides of her thighs slick as she walked.
Hermione's face was warm, almost feverish. Her lips felt swollen and sensitive from how thoroughly she'd sucked him. Her tits ached pleasantly where Roland had mauled them, the skin marked with faint red fingerprints that would probably bruise by morning. She could still taste him on her tongue — salty, musky, mixed with the unmistakable flavor of her own arousal and ass. The ghost of the leather collar lingered around her throat even though it had vanished with a flick of his wand. She reached up and touched the spot absently, a small, secret smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.
The corridor was empty, but the risk still thrilled her. Anyone could turn the corner — a prefect doing rounds, Filch on one of his endless patrols, even another professor. The thought made fresh heat bloom low in her belly. She walked carefully, thighs pressed together, feeling the slow drip of his cum with every movement. Her nipples were still stiff against the inside of her blouse, rubbing with delicious friction as she moved.
He fucked me right after the Forest, she thought, a shiver running through her. While the others were stumbling back exhausted and scared, I was bent over his desk with his cock in my ass. The memory made her bite her lip hard. She felt filthy. Powerful. Wanted.
By the time she reached the portrait of the Fat Lady, her legs were unsteady. She gave the password in a quiet voice and slipped inside.
The Gryffindor common room was almost deserted. The fire had burned down to glowing embers, casting long shadows across the rugs and armchairs. Only a couple of seventh-years were still up, heads bent over essays at a far table, quills scratching softly. Ron and Harry weren't there. Good. She didn't want to explain anything right now — the flush on her cheeks, the slight limp in her walk, or the way she kept pressing her thighs together.
She climbed the spiral stairs to the girls' dormitory, each step sending another reminder through her sore body. Inside the circular room she moved quietly so she wouldn't wake the others. She stripped off her clothes in the dim moonlight filtering through the windows, folding them neatly out of habit. Her knickers were a mess — dark and soaked with Roland's cum. She balled them up and hid them at the bottom of her trunk to deal with tomorrow.
Pulling on her nightdress, she paused for a moment, fingers brushing the spot on her neck where the collar had been. A small, private smile crossed her face again. She slid under the covers, the soft sheets cool against her overheated skin. Her body was sore in the best possible way — cunt tender and puffy, ass still faintly throbbing, tits lightly bruised from Roland's strong hands. She curled onto her side, pressing her thighs together, and let the memories wash over her: the leash, the way he'd talked about Daphne, the feeling of his thick cock stretching her, the loads he'd pumped into her.
She fell asleep quickly, the low ache between her legs a comforting reminder as the memory of his voice and the way he'd used her played behind her eyelids.
***
Harry couldn't sleep.
He lay flat on his back in his four-poster, staring up at the dark canopy, arms crossed behind his head. The images from the Forest refused to fade no matter how many times he tried to push them away. The dead unicorn lying in the grass, silver blood shining under the lantern light. The hooded figure bent over it, drinking. Those red eyes gleaming for a split second before it fled. Firenze's urgent warning. And then, right at the edge of the trees, Roland stepping out of the shadows like it was the most normal thing in the world.
The way Hermione's entire face had lit up when he called her name. The way she'd walked over to him without hesitation, falling into step beside him like it was exactly where she belonged.
His scar prickled again, a sharp little sting that made him wince. Another flash came — unbidden, unwanted, and far too vivid. His mum years ago on the Hogwarts Express, red hair spilling across Roland's lap, green eyes looking up at him with that same eager, needy expression Hermione had worn tonight. The wet sounds. The way Roland had held her hair. Harry squeezed his eyes shut and rolled over, pressing his burning face into the cool pillow.
Ron snored loudly from the next bed, completely wiped out from the night's ordeal. Harry envied him bitterly. Ron had no idea what was going on with Hermione. He still thought their friend was just spending extra time on "advanced studies" with the new History professor. Harry wished he could believe that too.
He didn't know what to do. Confront her tomorrow? Pull her aside and tell her what he'd seen in those visions? The thought made his stomach twist into knots. What if she looked at him with that same distant, satisfied expression and told him it was none of his business? What if she got angry? Or worse — what if she didn't deny it?
Harry turned onto his other side, punching the pillow into a new shape. The dormitory was quiet except for the soft breathing and occasional snores of the other boys. Moonlight filtered through the high windows, casting pale stripes across the floor. He stayed awake long after the others had fallen into deep sleep, his mind turning in useless, anxious circles — the Forest, the unicorn, Roland's calm smile, his mother's face, Hermione walking away without looking back.
Exhaustion finally dragged him under sometime near dawn, but even then the dreams waited for him.
***
The next morning at breakfast, everything looked normal on the surface. The Great Hall buzzed with the usual chatter of students passing plates, the clink of cutlery, and owls swooping overhead with the morning post. Sunlight streamed through the high windows, catching on the floating candles that hadn't yet been extinguished for the day.
Ron piled his plate high with bacon, eggs, sausages, and toast, attacking it with the enthusiasm of someone who had barely slept. He kept flexing his bandaged hand between bites, wincing every time. "Still throbbing like mad," he grumbled around a mouthful of food. "Feels like Norbert took a chunk out of the bone itself. Hagrid better not ask us for any more favours after this. I'm done playing dragon nurse."
Hermione sat across from them looking fresh and composed, her bushy hair neatly brushed and tied back, uniform crisp and perfect as always. She buttered a piece of toast with careful movements. Only someone who knew her well would notice the faint shadows under her eyes or the way she shifted carefully in her seat, as if every small movement reminded her of something private. A tiny wince crossed her face when she crossed her legs under the table.
Harry watched her closely, pushing scrambled eggs around his plate. "You got back late last night," he said, trying to keep his tone casual.
Hermione didn't miss a beat. She spread a thick layer of jam on her toast, smiling faintly. "Professor Greengrass wanted to go over some notes from the detention. Historical context on unicorn blood in dark rituals — how it's been used in old blood magic, the curses it can sustain, that sort of thing. It was actually really useful. He had some primary sources from the Restricted Section I hadn't seen before."
Ron shrugged, still chewing. "Lucky you. We just got told off by McGonagall this morning in the common room. Another ten points from Gryffindor for 'reckless behaviour near the Forest.' Brilliant. Like we asked to go wandering around looking for whatever killed that unicorn."
"Ten points?" Hermione frowned. "That's harsh. We were doing what Hagrid told us to do."
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