Hermione drifted in her gloriously empty head, tracing the outline of Lucifer's fingers as he held her.
He enjoyed the silence; it gave him time to think.
When she yawned, he checked the clock.
"It's getting late, love. Time to sleep."
Hermione felt him pull out of her, shivering at the cold air on her back.
She drank the sleeping potion he gave without arguing.
Flopping over, she rested on his chest.
His nipples seemed unduly fascinating; she couldn't keep her fingers off them.
Her head got heavier and heavier until it felt as though her skull had been filled with concrete.
Still she pinched and fingered his nipple like a shiny, new knut, amused by his growls and sighs.
"Luc'fer?"
"Yes, pet?"
"Didju really mean what you said t'night . . . about the desk and ev'rything?"
"Yes."
"You can't really smell me in class, can you?"
"I most certainly can. And I may not be the only one who notices."
She pinched his nipple weakly between her fingers. "Cannot!"
"Yes, Thomas can. I can see it in his face. Every time you get out of your chair or walk up to Professor, he stares at your skirt."
"What if ev'rybody else can smell me too?"
She sounded worried, which made him laugh. "I doubt Harry and Weasley would be able to identify the aroma."
"Maybe I should find some thicker knickers," she mused.
"Don't you dare."
Hermione smiled and went back to his chest.
Her eyelids were starting to fall.
After a couple silent minutes, she suddenly groaned. "Luc'fer!"
"What's the matter?"
"I need the loo."
He bit back another laugh. "Can you walk?"
"The room is spinning."
"I'll carry you."
Lucifer got her to the edge of the bed and picked her up. She shivered from the chill and wrapped her arms around him, trying to stay warm.
Carrying her to the bathroom, he set her down by the toilet.
She practically fell onto it then curled into a shivery ball, holding her knees while she went.
'Guess you're not as embarrassed when you're exhausted....'
He went to the sink and washed his dick while she finished.
Hermione stumbled around, holding onto the back of the toilet as she flushed it.
He was right behind her, holding her steady.
"Ready?"
"Yes. Thank you."
He chuckled as he picked her back up. "Think nothing of it."
"You're my sweet Lucifer," she slurred, petting the side of his face.
He set her down on the bed, and she rolled into her spot.
"I am not sweet, Hermione," he corrected and headed back toward the bathroom.
"Where're you going?"
"You inspired me," he drawled.
Hermione heard him weeing and turned her face into the pillow so he wouldn't hear her laugh.
She hadn't really heard that before.
It all seemed rather personal, and it made her smile to know that he didn't care that she heard.
He came back and got under the covers with her, pulling her close to keep them both warm.
Her hand crept down his belly and traced the sensitive juncture of his thigh until she reached his sac.
Hermione cupped him and snuggled closer.
"Are you falling asleep or trying to keep me up?"
She rolled his balls around. "Falling asleep."
"Whatever gets you there, pet."
"Nighty night, Luc'fer."
"Goodnight, Granger. I'll wake you in the morning. We can take a nice shower and clean you up then."
"Hermione," she muttered.
"What?"
"Keep calling me Hermione. You only call me Granger when I'm in trouble."
He hadn't thought of that. "Do I?"
She rubbed her thumb around, feeling the contours of his balls.
"Yes. Not in trouble, am I?"
"No, you've been a very good patient tonight."
Hermione giggled spasmodically. "I'd play doctor with you anytime."
"I'll keep that in mind. Go to sleep, love. I'll see you in the morning."
"Night, Lucifer. Dream about me."
'Every night,' he thought to himself.
"Sleep," he whispered.
"Sleep," she muttered back. "'Kay. Love you."
He stared at her riotous curls blankly for a minute before he could speak. "Hermione?"
There was no answer; she was already out.
'She's just tipsy from the potions.'
Lucifer didn't know if that made it better or worse.
He stayed awake for the next two hours wondering if she really meant it . . . and which answer he wanted.
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The next several days went as smoothly as the week before Hogsmeade weekend could go.
Lucifer acted as though she hadn't said anything out of the ordinary, and she never brought it up, so he assumed she had no idea what she'd said.
Peering in her head revealed no deception.
Every night she returned to him, and he gave her a phial of sleeping potion.
She readily agreed to anything he suggested, so he got her off once each night using his fingers (or tongue on Tuesday).
She sucked his cock and jerked him off as if she were addicted to his reaction and needed it to keep herself calm.
When she was in Transfiguration class on Wednesday, he made a figure of a girl lying on a desk getting her arse pounded from behind.
Hermione blushed and squirmed when he gave her a knowing look and leaned over in the exact same position he'd used with her.
'I bet he can still smell me on the wood.....'
He could.
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