Yes, Sir

Lesson 6: Fellatio

Hermione squeezed her thighs together in anticipation. 

A week ago her Dominant, Severus Snape, had set her a task to aid in her submissive training. Hermione had been asked to stand bare before her mirror for 30 minutes each night, and to provide a written reflection of her thoughts, feelings and everything she had learnt. Like the diligent scholar that she was, Hermione had gone above and beyond with her reflections. Held tightly underneath one arm was a weeks worth of scrolls for Severus's approval, her other arm was currently held up in the air, about to knock on the Headmaster's door. 

Hermione knocked.

She swallowed her anxiety - this was perhaps the most intimate task he had asked her to do so far. It had certainly been the most challenging. While she would admit, that finding creative ways in which to pleasure herself infront of her mirror had been fun, handing in a veritable diary of her sexual exploits for her Dominant to examine was far scarier than she imagined. 

"Enter." His deep voice called out after a brief pause. Hermione had began shifting her weight from foot to foot, feeling rather ridiculous. She felt minutley relieved to hear him call out in reply, but her heart stopped the moment she opened the door.

"Hagrid!" Hermione said, by way of greeting. She stepped into the Headmaster's office, praying to Merlin that her intentions were not written all over her face. She couldn't see Severus in that moment, for he was entirely hidden behind the towering figure of Hogwart's resident half-giant.

"'Ermione! I didn't expect to see you 'ere." beamed Hagrid, seemingly oblivious to her discomfort. He still wore his thick moleskin cloak, despite the fact that there was a large fire blazing in the office hearth. His long greying hair and matching beard, was as scruffy and unkempt as ever, but underneath Hermione could see the warm, kind, smile that made Hagrid such a lovable presence. 

Hermione cleared her throat, desperatley trying to get over her initial shock. "My apologies, I didn't mean to interrupt." 

Logically, Hermione knew that Severus had invited Hagrid to his office for an entirely seperate reason. It was unlikely that he had intended to share Hermione's accounts with the school gamekeeper, not after her emotional outburst last week. Thinking rationally, this was all just some unfortunate over lap in scheduling. 

"Not at all, not at all." Hagrid grinned. "The 'eadmaster and I were jus' discussin' some trouble a've been 'aving with importin' some magical creatures for me class." 

From somewhere behind Hagrid, Severus interrupted. "I am afraid it's taken far long than I anticipated to come up with an agreeable solution. Perhaps we could postpone our discussions for now, Hagrid, and meet later in the week. Professor Granger and I have some buisness to discuss for the remainder of this evening." 

Whipping his head round with enough force to distrub the paraphenailia on Severus's desk, Hagrid addressed the Headmaster. "O' course, Sir." 

The chair beneath him groaned as as Hagrid stood to exit the room. Hermione clutched her scrolls closer to her, paranoid that Hagrid could somehow see through the rolled up lengths of parchment. She tensed as he lumbered past her, patting a heavy hand on her shoulder as he did so, spewing an offering of tea in his hut whenever Hermione had a free period. She nodded eagerly, if only to get him out of the room quicker. 

Only once the door shut with a definite click did Hermione dare look at Severus. She let out a breath that she hadn't realised she was holding. The man himself looked rather relaxed. He sat at his desk, his pale hands clasped together on the table infront of him. He looked entirely normal, in his usual black teaching robes and his lank hair kissing his shoulders. Severus's face was blank, Hermione couldn't tell whether he was amused by the situation or as concerned as she was that their relationship might somehow be discovered by the fumbling half-giant.