Thread: The Witch Trainer {darkest_fate&obscura}

It was strange. Professor Samara returned to his work so easily, as though he had been addressing what might be worth studying for the next test, and Hermione felt a twinge of irritation. He had been as affected as what had occurred as Hermione had been, certainly. Hermione had felt it. There was no use in pretending that he hadn't been, as it had been quite...obvious. Her question, at least, earned a glance up from his work, although his focus quickly returned as he spoke. Apparently Hermione would have a chance to continue in her service for Gryffindor House. Hermione wasn't quite sure what she had been hoping for if Aali had intended for this to be a one-time occurrence, she wouldn't have a chance to earn any more points...but it also meant that she wouldn't have to make the choice to return. She reddened again as Aali gestured towards her crotch, reaching to smooth her skirt down instinctively. She would certainly have to change once she was back in her room. It was slightly disappointing to hear that her earnings in points weren't promised to match her progress today, but...it was a start, and the Slytherin girls were doing worse, surely. Hermione hadn't even taken her clothes off, regardless of what had occurred. She opened her mouth, to hotly assert that she hadn't enjoyed what they'd done, to insist that she'd done it for the good of her house and nothing else, but...while the latter was true, the former, she was forced to admit, wasn't, according to the physical evidence, and she closed her mouth. I...well, I understand, sir, Hermione said, feeling another prickle of irritation at how dismissively he turned his attention back to his work. As though he was so certain that she would return. Goodnight, then, she said, her words a little more clipped than they ought to have been, before she turned and left his office, shutting the door behind her with a tiny bit of force. If he was so eager to go about his business, so was she. Perhaps she would think of a different way to earn her points. There was no reason for Professor Samara to be so certain. That evening, she tossed and turned, hardly able to sleep without thinking about what had occurred in his office. The right thing to do, she knew, was to report the corruption so obviously evident at Hogwarts. The points system would be done away with, and she would be able to continue on at Hogwarts as she had been doing so previously. But...she thought, as she rolled over onto her back, sliding a hand down and slipping her fingers just slightly under the waistband of her shorts, just as Aali had done...like Professor Samara had said, in this case, Hermione had approached him. She was to blame. Frustrated, she pulled her hand back, curling up on her side and closing her eyes. She would find a different way to earn points. She had to. Professor Samara certainly wouldn't find her in his office, come morning. After what had turned out to be a largely sleepless night, it was a bright and sunny morning, and Hermione stood outside of Aali's door, working up the courage to knock. Before she could stop herself, she did so quickly, glancing behind her to make sure that the hallway was empty. Professor? she called nervously. May I come in?