Hermione's eyes darted around the room, looking to see if anyone had noticed, but everyone had their noses in their notes.
She slowly parted her knees, immediately feeling the draft up her skirt.
She scooted forward so others wouldn't see.
Lucifer pretended to read what's on the board, but she knew he had one eye on her, waiting for her to comply.
When he glanced at his Auto-quill, it jotted down something, she realized how he was getting the messages to her.
Copying down notes on the other half of the parchment; whatever he wrote was appearing on hers.
'Lazy bastard.'
.....Neither did he write anything down, nor she had to look inside his parchment to know further orders....that could probably get McGonagall's eyesight.
Bastard just wanted to see up her skirt...
'Get your robes out of the way.'
She let her robe fall open like it normally did.
'Pull up your skirt.'
Her face went hot. She checked the room again then slid her skirt up her thighs.
'Higher.'
Hermione gnawed at her lower lip and pulled her skirt as high as she could.
'Pull your skirt out from under you. I want your bare bum touching the chair.'
Making sure others around still had eyes on work, Hermione wiggled a little and lifted up, adjusting her skirt.
She felt entirely naked from the waist down.
'I am. Please don't let anybody see....'
Her heart hammered so hard she was afraid the whole class could hear it.
'Good girl. Sit on the edge of the chair, and spread your knees as wide as you can.... '
Her plug shifted deeper into her bum.
With her legs spread wide, it felt unnaturally breezy.
Despite that breeze, she started to sweat.
Her jumper had become a sauna.
'Reach down with your left hand and hold yourself open for me....'
She could feel the trickle of juice seeping past her labia.
Her right hand shook so much it looked as if her quill had been placed under a Palsy Hex.
When she spread her lips apart, she was amazed at the degree of her own arousal.
Her eyes stayed locked on the bastard who just casually shifted a little and glanced under desk.
'I can see how wet you are from here. Touch your clit...'
Hermione's eyes almost popped out of her head.
She trembled so hard it felt as though she were teasing herself when all she was trying to do was stay still.
'Lick your finger clean.'
A bead of sweat rolled down her back.
Turning her face to the wall, she discreetly sucked the juice from her finger.
'Tell me how wet you are.'
She put her quill to the parchment, guessing he meant tell by writing.
Her handwriting looked insane.
'I think it's all over the chair.'
'How do you feel?'
'Like it's a thousand degrees in here. Can we please stop? I'm going to be sick.'
'No. Cast a cooling charm on your shirt.'
She slipped her wand out of her bag and aimed it up her sleeve.
"Profes-----"
.....She'd never been more thankful for Seamus's inability to read what's exactly on the board from a large distance.
It felt as though she'd just pulled her shirt out of the refrigerator.
It gave a chill to the sweat coating her back and neck, but she'd take goosebumps over heat exhaustion any day.
'Better?'
She nodded.
'Nipples hard?'
Meeting sideways to gaze into Lucifer's eyes, she nodded.
'Pinch one. And I mean hard.'
Fake-scratching her arm, she squeezed her nipple through her jumper.
It made her wince, but her pussy let out another trickle of fluid.
'Go back to your clit.'
Keeping it as light as she could, Hermione circled over her clit with one shaky finger.
She could hear the soft wet click of pooled juices.
Yanking her hand away, she looked around to see if anyone else had heard.
'Why did you stop?'
Her quill scratched out 'I can hear myself.'
Lucifer's lip twitched. 'No one noticed. Can you smell yourself yet?'
Hermione took a deep breath. There was definitely a hint of pussy in the air.
'Yes. Can we please stop now?'
'No. Finger yourself. To the knuckle.'
Her pussy was so slick she could have gotten three fingers up there with no problem.
She bumped her clit, making her leg jerk.
"Fuck!" Her knee hit Lucifer's, and she made a groaning noise, now Hermione was having a mild heart attack.
How could she only hurt her own?
She quickly wiped her finger on her skirt.
Given to her bad luck, Professor McGonagall was near their side, and gave her a strange look then mouthed,
"What's wrong with you, Miss Granger?"
Her head shook. 'Nothing.'
She looked concerned.
With one hand, Lucifer reached under the table and touched her knee, obviously making the girl surprised in her already lewd position.
Tickling her kneecap with his thumb, pointed his quill at her side of parchment.
'Guide me.'
Hermione saw the words appear but didn't know what he meant by it. She flashed him a confused look.
'Guide my hand up your skirt.'
He almost burst out laughing at her dropped jaw.
'I can't believe I'm doing this...'
Laying down her quill, she covered his hand with hers and gave a pointed look as she slid his hand up her inner thigh.
He approached her pussy.
When he felt her sticky pubic hair instead of knickers, Lucifer smiled widely at her.
Hermione gave him a warning look to keep quiet then pressed his hand lower, into her folds.
His finger slid through her as if greased. Her clit felt electrified.
'Make me finger you.'
Lucifer could feel Hermione's hand trembling as she guided him lower.
When he touched her swollen entrance, she nodded at him.
He slipped a finger inside. She was soaked.
Even her thighs were wet.
She had to curl up her hips a little to help him reach, but then his middle finger sank all the way inside her snatch.
Her muscles rolled around him, trying to pull him deeper.
She felt so soft and wet, it was like dipping his finger in a pot of warmed honey.
His dick tangled painfully in his shorts, and it strained against his thigh like a python.
Lucifer casually looked up at Professor McGonagall, who seemed to be scanning the room for miscreants.
After making it clear that she won't be coming over in their direction for a while or so.
Lucifer wiggled his finger inside her.
'Find out how hard I am.'
Hermione glanced at his crotch then nodded back.
'Don't just look.'
Hermione slipped her hand into Lucifer's lap and brushed over his crotch.
His dick felt like a solid stone behind the wool.
"Too cruel." she mouthed.
It looked as if he wanted to clamp her hand in place and rub himself off against it.
Lucifer pulled his finger out of her, wiping her wetness on her thigh.
He raised his other hand.
....."Yes, Morningstar?" Professor McGonagall asked, sounding quite bored.
"May I use the restroom?"
The whole class blinked up at Lucifer.
People had left for the hospital wing occasionally, but no one ever dared ask the professor for any kind of favor.
That seemed like begging her to ridicule you and then take house points on top of it all.
"Don't be long."
'Don't think that'll be an issue....'
Lucifer got out of his chair as fast as his dick would let him.
'Thank my tailor for loose robes....'
In fact after everything, Lucifer had to get out of there.
His cock was so hard it hurt.
He felt bad leaving Hermione alone with her obvious predicament, but he wasn't about to cream his shorts in the middle of class.
'This is her punishment, not mine. Hermione could also leave, but if she wants to torture herself, that's her business....'
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