A Gaunt's Coven Ch. 39

Hermione and I entered the supply closet.

“Reigis,” Daphne greeted, a set of ingredients in her arms.

“Hey Daph,” I replied, giving the girl a kiss on the cheek. “This is Hermione Granger, the girl that was interested in Wizard politics and culture.”

“Ah, the one you met on the train?” Daphne said, giving Hermione a once over.

Hermione’s shoulders squared and her chin tilted up as if she was a martyr waiting for the floor to drop.

“Yes.”

I wondered if she expected some snide remark, or a backhanded compliment of some sort. Obviously she didn’t know Daphne like I did.

“Okay… if you would like this weekend I am free, I can talk to you about whatever you want to know. As long as you don’t try and learn any family secrets,” Daphne said blandly.

“Oh, uh, yes, that would be great.”

Daphne nodded.

“Excuse me, I have all my ingredients.”

“Yeah! Of course, sorry,” Hermione said, moving out of the way.

“No need to apologize, see you later. Bye Reigis.”

“Bye Daph.”

“She’s nice,” Hermione said a bit lamely.

“The best. Lets get our ingredients huh?”

“Yeah.”

We picked out what we needed. Hermione pointed out some of the rare ingredients and asked what they did. Or giving me fun facts about others. The bookish girl already knew most of the stuff, even if she hadn’t brewed a single potion.

I tried my best not to ogle, but Hermione’s lithe body paired with tamed, but still bushy hair, and her bubbling excitement as she scanned the different ingredients was oddly sexy.

“Not going to grab your stuff?” Hermione asked.

I grinned.

“Sorry, you were just mesmerizing.”

She scowled at me, but a light blush dotted her cheeks.

“Stop messing with me and get your ingredients.”

“Ah the horror of a girl not realizing how pretty she is,” I lamented dramatically.

Hermione elbowed me lightly as she exited the closet, and I quickly grabbed my ingredients before following her.

She frowned at me as I placed my herbs down.

“Thats a bit much,” she hedged.

“I think its always better to grab a bit more than you need. Gives you some wiggle room if you mess up preparing the ingredients.”

Her lips pursed, as if she was trying to silently tell me she disagreed. Hermione Granger, a girl by the books.

“If you don’t make mistakes then you don’t need extra,” she said.

“If you do make mistakes then you do need extra,” I countered.

Hermione smiled.

“Fair enough.”

Still she worked with what she had only. Her grinding of leaves and chopping of roots were measured and controlled, but not experienced.

I don’t know why I was expecting her to be a perfect brewer right away. Probably all the Fanfiction that made her out to never be bad at anything except being bossy to the main group. Well, and her odd idea of trying to put facts and logic into magic.

“Hmm. Good job, Miss Granger, your Poktal Root wasn't chopped evenly enough. You can tell because of the discoloration in different parts of the liquid. There and there for example. Mister Gaunt, good job, but it looks like you were distracted for a bit,” Professor Yazzie said as she examined our Potions.

“Hard to focus standing close to so many pretty girls.”

The professor rolled her eyes.

“If that was the case then Miss Granger would have been distracted by you as well.”

“I'm not sure if you mean that I'm not attractive enough to distract her, or you're hitting on your student.”

Hermione bit her lip as she looked at the two of us.

“Are… are you allowed to flirt with students?” The bushy haired girl asked hesitantly.

The beautiful caramel skinned teacher raised an eyebrow.

“Are we not all adults here?”

“Uh, well, yes, but its not really ethical-”

“I'm kidding Miss Granger. And while its not against any rules, it is unethical. So thank you for reminding Mister Gaunt here.”

I watched the professor amble away. Her lithe body sinuously moved like a feline.

“Reigis!” She hissed.

“Hm?”

“You shouldn't ogle the professor!”

“My bad, I'll ogle you instead.”

Hermione nudged me with her elbow again, either in annoyance or embarrassment I wasn't sure.

“So how's the Lion Club?” I asked.

“Its fine,” Hermione said with pursed lips. “But I'm starting to think Ravenclaw would have been better.”

She shot a glance at Ron, who sat with some girl that cooed and blushed as she pretty much made his potion for him.

I rolled my eyes.

“There are plenty of great aspects of Gryffindor. having the courage to stand up for what you believe in for example.”

“Yes, books and cleverness only get you so far… it's actually doing things with that information that matters.”

“Yup,” I agreed, pouring some of the potion into a vial.

The class ended without fanfare, though I noticed throughout the lesson Weasley would give me dirty looks. As if I was stealing Hermione from him or something.

Which, if this was canon, I would be, but this Hermione didn't go through her teens with Ron. I doubted this version would care much for the slob.

Hermione also sent me several glances, both at my face and the slight bit of scars that my robes showed.

“Mister Gaunt, please stay after class,” Professor Yazzie said.

Hermione gave me a suspicious look, as though I'd start railing the professor over a cauldron.

Not a bad image to be fair, but one I should probably get out of my mind before I showcase the idea through my pants.

I waved to “the girls” as they left, only Daphne giving me any sort of peering look. Rather than warning me off of fucking the Potions Teacher it was as if she was warning me away from getting heavily scarred again.

Professor Yazzie shut the door with a wave of her hand, then she leaned her hip on her desk peering at me for several moments.

“Come here.”

I gulped, my mind shooting in two different directions.

One, we were about to have sudden, wild sex on her desk.

Two, she was possessed by Tom Riddle and was about to Abra Kadabra me to death.

I walked up to her until there was less than two feet between us. If she moved suddenly I was going to jump on her. Spirit or not I was larger and stronger than she should be. She raised an eyebrow at our closeness but didn’t mention it.

“Dumbledore told all the teachers about the “evil spirit” you encountered. He’s trying to get ahold of the Auror department, but they’re about as fast as a corpse is warm.”

I blinked.

“Why that analogy?”

“Because I thought it would be funny?” she said, waving her hand.

I grabbed it out of the air before her fingers could point at me.

She raised an eyebrow, but I didn’t let go.

“Yes Mister Gaunt?”

“Well you know, evil spirit and all.”

She smiled.

“I thought that was why you got so close. Not actually interested in wrinkly old me?” she hummed.

“Wrinkly? I’d assume you were a student at first glance.”

“Charming. You know most wizards ignore us teachers because there’s so many young witches ready to jump their bones.”

“True enough, they can be rather distracting. Must get frustrating to see all these teenagers going at it.”

“Hmm, it can be,” she agreed.

“Well it's a good thing there is a young wizard here ready to jump pretty professor’s bones.”

We were close now, Professor Yazzie’s eyebrows raised in surprise. Apparently she didn’t think I would actually do anything. I had a bit of Gryffindor in me though.

I leaned forward kissing the older woman on the lips.

She hummed in surprise, then leaned her body forward to press herself against me. I felt her tongue trace my lips and I opened my mouth in response.

Her dark chocolate eyes were full of heat as our kiss deepend, tongues gliding against one another as we explored each other's mouths.

One hand still held her wrist but the other trailed down her back pressing on her tight ass before gripping her hip. My cock dug into her mound through her robes and she moaned into me. We stumbled a bit, but she leaned back on the desk showing some surprising flexibility and I followed her.

I pulled back licking my lips to taste her lip gloss.

“Before we go further… You’re not possessed right.”

Professor Yazzie barked out a laugh, her dark hair blending into her equally dark desk.

“No, but we won’t be going further.”

“Damn.”

“You can only blame yourself for the interruption. You’ve got a class to get to, and I’ve got one to teach.”

I looked up to see… I didn’t know what year they were, but a large gaggle of witches and a single wizard started at me hovering over the Professor.

I blushed.

“Uh, hi, name’s Reigis Gaunt.”

Professor Yazzie leaned back up, her mouth next to my ear.

“I’ll see you tonight, be alone.”

Fuck, I really hope she wasn’t possessed by Tom Riddle, that would be such a turn off.