So close, yet so far away.
The knickers she'd put on after dinner got more and more damp every time Hermione imagined him getting ready for her.
If she didn't get out of there soon, she'd surely go mad.
Parvati was no help at all. She seemed to be on the verge of laughter every time she checked her watch.
After 2 extra minutes passed, she couldn't handle it any longer.
Parvati poked her hard with a pointy finger. "Seriously, what's up with you?!"
"I have to get out of here."
Parvati slapped her hand over her mouth to muffle her cackle. "I'm sorry, Hermione. You just look so . . . desperate."
"I am. Don't laugh."
"I swear I'm sorry. Don't worry, I can make an excuse for you."
"You can? What?"
"Something that won't inspire any questions from Lavender or Ginny."
"What?"
"Female issues."
Hermione grinned. "Why didn't I think of that?"
"Because your head is full of Lucifer's cock."
"Shh!" Hermione's eyes darted around, searching for witnesses.
"Just leave right now. I'll make your excuses."
Hermione peeked around the curtains. The Girls looked as if they were getting ready for bed.
Lavender was reciting something while copying it down in her Journal.
'That's nice....'
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, of course. It's nothing."
"Is it wrong I don't feel bad at all regarding lying to them?"
Parvati shrugged. "A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do."
Hermione nodded resolutely. "Good point. Thanks, Parvati."
"No problem, just go!" Parvati whispered and pushed her away. "I'm getting antsy just watching you."
Hermione smiled and ducked out from the door without any noise, she was getting a pro of doing it.
After cleaning herself up as fast as using her wand outside the door, she made a stealthy journey to the area behind Head Dorms.
She even charmed herself for a while to look exactly mix up with colour of the wall after noticing Female Gryffindor Prefect marching the corridor.
Hermione felt like a real ninja!
She knocked, hoping he'd answer before anyone else.....
Lucifer cracked open the door, and when he saw it was her, pulled it open wider.
Hermione edged in past him.
"Nine thirty-two. A new record."
"I couldn't wait any longer."
"I got that impression. Please move inside..."
"Uh...I don't have a cock."
He rolled his eyes. "Bedroom, girl."
Lucifer led her into room and put her on the settee then sat across in the armchair.
Crossing his legs and steepling his fingers, he asked, "Now, what seems to be the problem?"
Hermione stared at him blankly. "Problem?"
"The reason for your appointment," he enunciated so she would catch on.
"Oh, my problem. Um . . ." she had to think of something that would get him to touch her pussy as soon as possible. "It's a bit embarrassing."
"I'm a professional—I've heard it all."
"Well . . . I'm wet all the time. I've been through three pairs of knickers today. And my clitoris aches. What do you think is wrong with me, Doctor?"
"It could be any number of things. I'll have to give you a thorough going over to find the cause."
"Anything, sir."
"Please remove your clothes. I'm sorry, but we haven't any gowns. You don't mind, do you?"
"I guess not."
All he needed was a white lab coat and he'd make a very intimidating physician.
In just his white dress shirt, he actually did look the part.
He slowly rolled up his sleeves while she took off her clothes (she left her knickers for last to tease him a little).
He had no reaction until she was completely bare and shivering before him.
"I apologize for the chill. It is preferable for patients with fevers."
"It's not too bad."
"Really?" He smirked, pointedly eyeing her sharp nipples. "Is that a normal response for you?"
"Sometimes."
"Sometimes," Lucifer muttered. He rose and began to circle her. "Is your posture always so poor?"
She stood up straighter.
"Musculature looks good. Spine not crooked." He ran one finger up her vertebrae, which drew a shuddering shiver through her body.
He came around to face her, standing far too close to maintain any air of professionalism.
Hermione wanted to bury her face in his chest.
Placing two fingers to her throat, he felt her pulse. "Heart rate is a little fast. Are you nervous, Miss Granger?"
".....Maybe a little." She didn't know what the hell he was going to do next.
Of course, she was nervous!
"Try and relax. I'm not going to hurt you."
"Yes, sir."
He went to his frock coat, which he'd left slung over the back of his chair, and came back with a stethoscope.
Hermione's jaw dropped. "Where did you get that?"
"I have my sources. Now, please be quiet so I can hear." He placed the cold metal on her chest and listened to her heart. "Take a deep breath."
She breathed in, her volleyball breasts lifting so high than she'd ever noticed before.
'Did it get even bigger?'
"And out."
Hermione breathed out, trying not to let it sound so shaky.
"Very good. Heart sounds strong. Any chest pains?"
"No, sir."
He pulled the earpieces from his ears and left the stethoscope around his neck. "What about your breasts? Any pain?"
"Um . . . sometimes they get sore."
"Any unusual lumps or discharge?"
She looked down at her chest. "Not that I've ever noticed."
"Let's check to be sure."
He took her arm and placed it over her head then dropped his hand to her breast and gently started to press.
His fingertips felt warm against her overheated flesh.
As he spiraled closer to the center, her nipple peaked in anticipation.
Closer. Her restraint dwindled the nearer he got to his goal.
His fingers brushed over her puckered tip, and she let out a deep breath.
'Finally....' He plied her stiff peak, pinching and pulling until she panted heavily.
Then he restarted the whole process on the other breast, and Hermione thought she was going to lose her mind.
If anything, he went even slower, drawing out the inevitable contact.
Circling. Closer. She almost rose off the floor when his fingers grazed the stiff bud.
He started to pinch her pointed nipple, and she squeezed her eyes shut with a low moan of relief, "Mmm-hmm"
"Your breathing seems rather labored. Are you feeling well?"
"Yes, sir."
"Perhaps you're developing a fever. We should check your temperature. Come with me."
Lucifer led her into the bathroom and rummaged through one drawer.
He pulled out a thermometer and started to shake it down. "Please lean over the counter."
Hermione blushed. His counter was taller than one in her room, the ledge coming up to her ribs.
The marble felt like ice, and her nipples reached a new level of hardness when they touched the surface.
"Arch your back. Much better. You won't be needing this for now," Lucifer said with a gentle tug to her plug's tail.
"Push out for me or I will pull on it roughly."
She did as he asked, seeing her own face flush in the mirror as she emptied herself into his hand.
She was always afraid something bad was going to happen when she squeezed it out.
The possible humiliation always made her cringe.
Her hole twitched then shrank back to normal after he removed it.
Lucifer smirked and applied a finger full of lube to her anus, and she tried to ride him when he slipped inside.
He wiggled in deep to coat her walls with the slippery gel.
"Have you ever had your temperature taken rectally?" he asked, drawing the tip of the thermometer around her backdoor.
"No, sir."
"I find it's much more accurate."
She smiled to herself. "You're the doctor."
"This will only take a few minutes. Try to stay still."
"Yes, sir."
Hermione rested her head in her hand and waited.
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