Thread: Breeding at Hogwarts (google and Darkestfate)

They said a good deal about Professor Delany. Hermione had learned to pay attention to what people said about professors and people, especially those at Hogwarts. Ever since Harry had seen Voldemort return to the living... no, Hermione had been listening to rumors long before that recent event. That had been one of the hardest lessons she'd learned during that first year, going back to meeting a troll in the bathroom and beyond. Hermione Granger had not ended up as one of Harry Potter's most astute confidants by not paying attention. All that studying and attention paid meant that she had grown used to professors calling upon her during class, even the ones of which much had been said. This time though... this time Hermione had outright seen some of the rumors in action. Several female students went out of their way to impress the roguishly handsome Arithmancy professor. Many of the students who hadn't expressed the slightest desire to even tackle the difficult subject had suddenly shown interest. Hermione had fielded a question or so herself. Clearly many of the young ladies, so laden with hormones and distracted, had become enamored of the handsome teacher. Even Hermione had to flush as he called upon her in class. Top student, two years, all words that she'd heard before. Hermione had even heard compliments from wizards and witches much more famous than Professor Delany. She had dated Viktor Krum, after all, and teased several others. Most didn't realize that a good deal of that came from being consistently ignored and belittled by one Ronald Weasley. In point of fact, that very young man and Hermione had just squabbled yet again, to such an extent that Harry had snapped at both of them. Harry did have quite a bit to deal with any more, with most of the wizarding world turned against him. But now was Hermione's chance to help her friend, to investigate the new teacher, the one who had so many rumors swirling. Rumors about students who would come out of his office looking dazed, happiness etched on their faces... wet spots on their crotches. Rumors of how many more students had changed into supposedly official undergarments matching house colours, and supposedly enhancing a good deal. Rumors of buzzing wands. Of a shapeshifting professor. Of forbidden magics that made teenagers quite eager. Of pheromones. Of, well, of sex . Not that Hermione thought he'd be interested in her. Yes, she'd filled out considerably, her awkwardness melting into a feminine shape that had drawn considerable attention during a certain ball. If she opted to tame the bushy light brown hair that curled about her shoulders, if she applied makeup, either Muggle or witch, if she perhaps opted to wear something other than official school robes over an official school uniform all the way down to pristine white bra and panties that covered a blossoming young breast and a natural virgin sex, then she would draw the eye. Someone would look into those fiercely intelligent brown eyes or see the fine etching of her face, now freed of buck teeth, or notice the girlish curves. But now, now the bookish teenage girl gathered her things and approached the rumored professor. I've certainly enjoyed your class so far, sir, Hermione said, nodding. You make things much more interesting than our last professor, also true even Hermione found that she could pay much more attention. She smiled, a hand going to move some of her unruly hair behind her ear. Did you want something, sir? I do have studying to do... either in the library or helping with the DA, all depending on the time and whether a certain redhaired boy would remove his head from his arse.