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Dullness at work (futent x alzayin2099)

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Futent

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Hermione Weasley.....she still loved the name, had loved it ever since the day she had married that idiot husband of hers....though his idiocy was part of why she loved him.. He had given her two wonderful children and had always worked hard to provide for them....but lately....these past few months....Hermione had started to feel a distance between them. They still talked, still laughed....but it had been months since Ron had touched her, had looked at her the way he used to. Sure, Hermione was a teacher at Hogwarts now, teaching the Charms class and living in the castle, but Ron still came to visit her. Even better the children were attending school, Rose in her fifth year and Hugo in his third, so she got to see them all she wanted.

Still....Hermione was starting to feel lonely. She wanted to feel the excitement that she had felt back when they first got married. She had tried....she'd tried dressing sexily, other little romantic gestures, but Ron was always so tired.

Professor Granger sighed as she sat at her desk, waiting for the next class to arrive, should be within the next few minutes. This was no place for her personal problems, and she was determined to just get on with the class and ignore everything else.
 
A young male in his 4th year at Hogwarts walked into Professor Weasley's classroom, flirting with several girls in his year as he brushed a strand of his black hair away from his forehead and his glasses covering his blue eyes. The 5'9 boy winked at the girls and said sweet nothings to them, with little magic notes appearing in their hands. One note had accidentally wound up on the desk of one Hermione Weasley, with the words "Why don't you and me make some magic together, cutey pie?"

The male, Jonah Simpson was the son of famed wizard author Joseph Simpson and 4th year Gryffindor despite his father's place in Ravenclaw. He brushed off his robes which worked to hide his muscular phsyique he had gained during his puberty. Jonah sat down at his desk in the front of the room, looking at Mrs. Weasley once the class was about to start.
 
Hermione raised an eyebrow as the note appeared on her desk, discreetly picking it up and reading it, then frowning. She quickly tapped it with her wand in order to track its source, before tucking it away in her pocket. She'd have to keep Jonah after class....she'd warned him about things like this before. Forgetting about it for now however, the woman slowly stood up as the class took their seats, tapping her wand on her desk.

"Now now, settle down everyone, let's get to work shall we?" She smiled, then proceeded with the class as normal, showing no signs that anything was bothering her or that she was slightly annoyed about the note. Everything proceeded as normal until the class was over, the last class before lunch too. "Alright everyone, remember your homework. Jonah, can you stay behind for a few minutes please? I'd like to have a little word with you"
 
Jonah smiled at her and said, "Sure thing, teach." The boy had a Southern accent from the States, considering his father raised him in Georgia. He looked at the teacher as all the other students left him behind. He waved at several girls and said, "I'll see y'all later tonight." He blew a kiss as he stayed seated. Once the entire class had left, he looked back at Hermione and said, "What did you need to talk to me about? My grades are still good right?"
 
"It isn't your grades that are the problem" Hermione pulled the note from her pocket, setting it down on the desk he was sat at as she stood infront of him. "I've warned you before about flirting in class like this. And now your notes are finding their way to my desk. Would you mind explaining this please?" She pushed the note towards him, then folded her arms. "You're much too young to be flirting like this so seriously"
 
He laughed a bit and said, "Oh oops. Sorry, Mrs. Weasley. I sent that to you by total accident. Not that you aren't a babe yourself. I'm sure you and the Mister have a lot of magic all your own. But I don't think there is an age at which one shouldn't flirt. I show interest and they show interest back. I didn't think it would upset you. I promise I will behave from now on." He looked at her and said, "Anything else I should be told."
 
"Jonah....don't call your teacher a babe...." Hermione sighed and shook her head, then quickly looked away when he talked about her and Ron having their own 'magic'.....it had been nearly a year now since there had been any figurative magic between them... "Jonah, you should wait until you're older for things like that, you're much too young to really understand yet"
 
Jonah frowned a bit and said, "Mrs Weasley, I'm kinda upset. I don't know what you think about me but I'm not a little boy like that. I know all about sex. I know how it happens. I know how to do it. I've read magazines. I've seen movies. So I understand why you would think that but still, don't treat me like i'm a little kid." He spoke almost in a firm commanding voice. "Also, you are a babe, but if you don't want me to say it, I won't. But I just think you should acknowledge that you are very attractive."
 
"Jonah...it's really not your place to say that, or to ask that of me" Still, Hermione had to admit it was somewhat flattering for such a young man to think of her as attractive. Especially when there were so many younger girls around. Even so..... "Jonah, reading magazines and seeing movies isn't anywhere near enough to actually know things...." She slowly shook her head, rubbing her face. "You do at least know about protection don't you? Spells and potions?"
 
"I know all about spells and potions. I had a class that taught me all about that when I was in America. I know spells to protect girls from getting pregnant. I know spells to make girls have more fun. Make things more enjoyable. I'm sure you don't wanna hear this, Mrs. Weasley, but I am not a virgin." The boy ran a hand through his hair again and said, "I'm somewhat of a ladykiller. I bet if you weren't so happily married, I could even seduce you." He said before remembering she was still his teacher, "Uh with all due respect, ma'am."
 
"Jonah..." Hermione blushed slightly, still looking away from him as he spoke. "This is what I'm talking about, you don't think before you open your mouth, you just have sex on your mind all the time whenever a woman is around you, you can't help yourself. You need to find a different outlet for your frustrations, or try and find a long term, stable relationship" Still, she had to admit she was intrigued by these spells he had spoken of....to make the girl have more fun....she'd never heard of such spells.
 
"Sorry Mrs. Weasley. It's not that I'm that bad. But I am a teenage boy. I think about sex all the time. I must admit, I do always think about sex. I mean it's just my hormones. I've even thought about sex with you. I'm even thinking about sex right now. And they aren't really frustrations. It's just that sex is enjoyable. I mean why shouldn't I enjoy it?" he said curiously. "Give me one good reason."
 
Hermione immediately blushed when he said he was thinking about sex with her. "Jonah is....is that true...?" He really was? A young, handsome boy like him was thinking about sex with her? "I....I'm not saying you shouldn't enjoy it....I'm just saying....that you're a little too obsessed with it is all"
 
He smiled at her and said, "Mrs. Weasley, come on. Be honest. Everyone thinks about sex. I'm sure all this talk of sex is making you think of Mr. Weasley having sex with you." He then walked around the room, able to sense she was getting slightly flustered at this conversation. He walked behind her and began to rub her shoulders. "You seem very tense. Let me help you relax."
 
Well it was true, Hermione was thinking back to the days when she and Ron couldn't keep their hands off each other....but then there was a sudden image in her mind....Ron was replaced with Jonah... Hermione gasped as she felt his hands on her shoulders, slowly shaking her head. "Jonah....you shouldn't do that..."
 
Jonah smiled a bit and said, "Don't worry Mrs Weasley. I just want you to be calm and relaxed." He then rubbed a little rougher and leaned down to whisper, "A woman like you can surely keep a straight head around a little horny perv like me." His lips accidentally brushed against her ear softly.
 
"J-Jonah...." Hermione bit her lip to suppress a deep breath as he continued to rub her shoulders, her cheeks still flushed bright red, a gasp escaping her lips as she felt his against her ear. "Jonah don't....I....I'm married...I have a family..."
 
"Well then...if you want me to stop, just say that you don't want me and then I will just walk out of that door and go to lunch." He said as he leaned down to look into her eyes and slowly moved closer to her and then forced his lips against hers as he softly held her.
 
Hermione opened her mouth, intending to tell him to stop, but the words wouldn't come. Her mind was thinking them, but her mouth just wouldn't say them. Before long, she suddenly felt his lips on her own, her eyes widening and her body going rigid for a few moments, before her hands went to grasp his arms. She wanted to push him awya....but instead her arms ended up pulling him closer....drawing him towards her body....
 
Jonah moaned softly into the kiss as a bulge grew under his robes. He moved one hand to hold the back of his teacher's head and ran his fingers through her hair as his tongue forced it's way into her mouth slowly. He slowly pulled away to look into her eyes and said, "What do you have to say now, Mrs. Weasley?" he said curiously.
 
God how Hermione wanted to just slap the boys face and tell him to get out....just forgetting about this...but she just couldn't....her body wouldn't allow it...overriding whatever rational thoughts her brain might've been having. "You....are you sure you're not a Veela or something....?" Hermione's breath was somewhat short and deep by now, licking her lips slowly as she still held the boy close to her.
 
Jonah smirked and wrapped his hands around Hermione pulling roughly on her hair to tease her and insinuate that he would be in charge of her. He groaned and pulled away to nibble on her ear and whisper softly, "Maybe we should do this in some place a little more comfortable. Meet me in the Room of Requirement in 15 minutes. And wear something sexy." He smirked and winked as he walked away.
 
What was going on? Before Hermione could even process what was happening, he was gone, his message clear and strong in her mind. Almost immediately after he was gone though, she got up, moving to quickly head for her room. Rumaging quickly through her wardrobe she pulled out a partially see-through night-gown, one she had bought for Ron, then pulled it on, then quickly pulled her robes on over it.

In exactly the 15 minutes he had specified, Hermione was at the room of requirement, waiting for Jonah as he had requested....no...instructed. "....What the hell am I doing...?"
 
Jonah walked out of the shadows off the Room of Requirement with a smirk across his face. "Oh good. I was beginning to worry that you wouldn't show. Then I would have been upset." The walls of the room was currently covered in many different sexual toys, potions, outfits, and even shackles and chains. Jonah walked past all these items and circled Hermione, much like a shark circling around prey.

"Well, Hermione..... I hope you don't mind me calling you Hermione but it seems silly to still be so formal around you," said Jonah as he took a firm grasp of her robes and then used his large muscles to rip her robes off to see what was underneath.
 
Hermione stepped into the room quickly so nobody would see her, then watched him circle around her, frowning as he used her first name. "Just....just call me Professor...." It didn't feel right for him to use her first name....despite what she knew was coming. He caught her off guard when he yanked the robes away from her, the woman yelping as she was revealed. She was wearing a semi-transparent black nightgown, one that began at her cleavage and ended just below the crotch. It showed off just enough to send the imagination into overdrive without revealing everything....the perfect piece of clothing to seduce virtually any man.
 
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