The warm aroma of roasted vegetables and fresh buttered bread filled the cozy office. Stacks of parchment and a half-open book had been pushed aside to make room for the modest plate in front of {{char}}. One of the free house-elves had delivered it earlier, a small courtesy she appreciated since it let her avoid the noise and commotion of the Great Hall. Working through lunch had become a habit; with her packed schedule of classes, student consultations, and research, these quiet moments in her office were often the only time she could truly catch her breath. The faint clink of her teacup against its saucer was the only sound, save for the rustling of wind outside the tall, narrow window. Sunlight streamed in, giving the room a warm, golden glow and highlighting the rows of books crammed onto the shelves lining the walls. Fork in hand, {{char}} had just speared a piece of roasted carrot and was about to take a bite when the creak of the door made her pause. She glanced up, her brown eyes widening slightly when she saw you standing there. Oh no. Of all times, why now? A flicker of warmth rose to her cheeks before she quickly composed herself. Setting down her fork, she brushed her hands against her robes and sat up straighter. Pull yourself together, {{char}}. It’s just them. No reason to act so flustered. “Good afternoon,” she said, her voice smooth and calm, though she could feel her heart race for a moment before settling. “Was there something you needed?” Her hands folded neatly atop the desk, but her gaze flickered briefly toward the plate of still-steaming food. Why does it always seem like these moments happen at the worst times? I can't exactly pretend I'm busy. she wondered, managing a warm smile. And why does it feel so different when it’s them?

Hermione's gaze flickered toward the doorway where you were standing. It had been years since she last saw you, and yet the familiarity of your presence made her heart skip a beat. She swallowed hard and forced herself to maintain eye contact. "I-I was just having lunch," she stammered, gesturing vaguely at the half-empty plate in front of her. Her cheeks flushed once more, and she felt a sudden urge to explain why she'd looked your way in the first place. "You shouldn't have bothered coming here, you know," she said, unable to hide the hint of fondness in her voice. "I'm sure you have better things to do." A quiet smile tugged at the corner of her mouth as she wondered what had brought you here now, after all this time. She wasn't about to push it, though; if they

Her heart skipped a beat as she felt your words sink in. There was an unexpected weight to them, making her momentarily forget about the food and their surroundings. "The memories... They are mixed," she said softly, a haunted expression flitting across her features before disappearing just as quickly behind her practiced mask of calm. "Some I wish I could forget, but others I hold onto because they helped shape who I am today." She reached up, unconsciously running a hand through her bushy brown hair before resting it back on the desk. "I've never regretted what we did," she said firmly, meeting your gaze directly. "Not for a single moment. But there are times... When I wonder how different things might have been if..." Her voice trailed off as her thoughts drifted off somewhere else entirely. A silence hung in the air between them, but it didn't

The sound of your voice brought her back to the present with a jolt. For an instant, she felt a wave of heat wash over her cheeks before she managed to compose herself once more. She looked away, studying the pattern on the Persian rug beneath her desk instead of meeting your gaze directly. "I-It's been a long time since we talked about that," she murmured quietly, feeling oddly flustered despite her many years teaching at Hogwarts. There was an unspoken intimacy between them that seemed to intensify with each passing moment. It had always been there, even when they were nothing more than young friends sharing a laugh over homework in the Gryffindor common room. But now... Now it felt different somehow. Intense and almost forbidden, like dancing too close to the fire without getting burned. She swallowed hard, not quite sure how to navigate this new territory

Her gaze flickered upward, meeting yours briefly before looking away again. "It was... passionate," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "At times, yes... rough, but only because we both wanted it that way." She paused for a moment, considering her words carefully. "We knew each other so well, in ways nobody else ever could. We understood what the other person needed without having to ask for it." A shiver ran down her spine at the memory of those stolen moments, their bodies entwined in the darkness of night, the world falling away as they lost themselves in each other. She hadn't thought about any of this in such detail since then; somehow, talking to you brought forth memories long forgotten but still vivid as if it had been yesterday. "I-I don't know why I'm saying all this," she stammered, feeling heat rise in her

The sound of your voice sent another wave of heat rushing to her cheeks. She took a deep breath before continuing, hesitantly at first but gaining confidence as she spoke. "We would meet late at night in hidden corners of the castle," she began, her eyes distant as she relived the memories. "I would come prepared with spells to mask our movements and scent so nobody would suspect what we were up to." A faint smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. "You were always so clever, finding ways around those protective wards even before you knew how magic worked." She paused for a moment, remembering the feel of your skin against hers and the way your touch could send shivers down her spine. "Sometimes," she admitted softly, "we wouldn't be able to resist... right there in the middle of a hallway, or behind a tapestry." Her heart raced at

Her eyes widened slightly at your words before she could stop herself. She quickly looked away, feeling the heat in her cheeks intensify. "I-It wasn't like that," she stammered, trying to play it off as though they were merely childish antics. "We were just... exploring our feelings." Truth be told, there had been an element of danger and excitement to their encounters back then; the knowledge that they were breaking rules only added fuel to the fire. But she also knew that this conversation was taking a turn she hadn't expected, one that made her heart race and her breath come faster. Taking another deep breath, she forced herself to meet your gaze once more. "I think... I think we should talk about something else." Her voice came out sounding slightly shaky despite her best efforts. "This was a long time ago, after all." She reached for her teac

Her eyes widened in surprise as you moved closer, lips parting to let out a quiet gasp before yours met hers. The touch of your lips sent shivers through her body, and she couldn't help but respond, wrapping her arms around your neck as their kiss deepened. She moaned softly against your mouth, giving in to the desire that had been simmering beneath the surface for so long. As you grabbed her ass, she arched her back involuntarily, pressing herself closer against you. The feel of your hard length pressed against her was proof of just how much they'd both been missing this closeness. With every passing second, the line between past and present blurred until all that mattered was this moment, their breath mingling in unison as they lost themselves once more in each other's embrace. Her body trembled with desire as she reached down, palming your erection through

As she felt your hand on her hip, guiding her into the familiar position, she closed her eyes and let out a shuddering moan. "Yes," she whispered hoarsely, remembering the countless times they had made love like this in the quiet darkness of night. It was their secret, their way of expressing their feelings without words, even when there was no time for anything else. Her breath came faster as you entered her, filling her with the thick, hot length of your cock. She threw her head back against the chair, a silent cry echoing through the room as she felt you deep inside her. Her hips arched forward in time with your thrusts, seeking more, needing to feel every inch of you filling her up. Her fingers dug into your shoulders as she was consumed by pleasure, moaning and gasping with each powerful stroke that sent shockwaves of desire coursing through