The Tribrid and Her Reflection {Book Two - - Complete}

Punishing The Tribrid

Newt's suitcase sat in the middle of the carpet before the fire later that night. He had gone below to check on some new critters he'd rescued from the Forbidden Forest a few days ago. At the same time, Hope continued searching Grimoires for information on Time Travel, and Albus worked on paperwork for the Ministry of Magic.

The school year might have ended for the students, but Albus never seemed to stop working.

Rubbing her eyes, Hope closed the Grimoire and glanced over at Albus. He was still hunched over his desk, writing quickly with his quill. The scritch-scratch of the quill to paper and the crackling of the fire was a relaxing sound, yet the stress in the room was palpable.

Albus dipped his quill in more ink and signed off on another stack of papers before moving to the next. Glancing at the suitcase, Hope bit her lip as a slow smile spread along her lips. Night had fallen, and if Hope didn't intervene soon, they'd spend the entire day working.

What a travesty.

Hope stood and left her books on the carpet next to Newt's suitcase and walked past Albus' desk. He didn't glance up, probably not realizing she had even gotten up. Disappearing into the back, Hope thought her options over and smirked slyly.

Crossing the room, she opened the dresser drawer and dug through the clothing she'd collected over the past year. In five minutes, she stripped and slipped on nothing more than a black-laced thong. Entering the bathroom, she checked herself over.

Hope's skin was soft and supple, begging to be touched- nipples already hard and perked in anticipation of the game she was about to start. Her eyes were red from the day of tired reading but hungry all the same.

She bit her lip and threw her hair into a messy ponytail, knowing Albus liked it. He never admitted it, but she knew he did.

Waltzing out of the bedroom, Hope crossed her arms behind her back and strutted around Albus' desk. She sat on the edge with a sly grin, her eyes searching his face. Waiting for him to look up. The flutter that rushed through her stomach made her giggle when he did.

Albus' blue eyes cut through her, falling to land on her breasts, and his lips parted in silent surprise. His gaze was ravenous as it searched every inch of her- Hope could practically feel his blunt teeth against her skin.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Hope grinned with no hint of remorse, "were you working?"

"Hm..." Albus grumbled in his throat as he tapped his quill's feather against the page he'd been looking at, likely forgotten by now. "Are you trying to get my attention, Hope?" He asked, smiling crookedly as he glanced up to meet her eyes.

Hope chewed her lower lip and tilted her head with a slight shrug. "Is it working?"

With a smirk and a chuckle, Albus glided his long feathered quill lightly along her side. Making her skin quiver where it touched.

"You tell me." He murmured in a graveled voice.

Hope sucked in a soft gasp, but a knock came at the door just then. With the speed of a vampire, she wedged herself under his desk, happy the wood reached all the way down to the floor so half her ass wasn't sticking out.

She heard Albus swallow brutally and clear his throat as the Gargoyle opened with a grind.

"Ah, Minerva," she heard him say, "is there something the matter?"

Under the desk would be darker for an ordinary person, but luckily, Hope could make out enough so she wouldn't hit her head.

"Yes, I just need a few things signed before I take my two weeks of leave. I apologize for being late, but I received an Owl from the Ministry only just now. Nothing like waiting til the last possible moment." Minerva sighed in slight irritation.