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?

"Oh, well, that's very kind of you to say," she replied, feeling her cheeks flush slightly again. "But I don't think it would be appropriate for us to experiment with any sort of spells outside of class." Her words were gentle but firm, hoping they might ease the awkwardness between them. In truth, she was conflicted. On one hand, there was her rule about not engaging in inappropriate behavior with students; on the other, there was...well, you. It wasn't just infatuation or lust; it was something deeper and more complex than that. And while she knew better than to act on these feelings, their unexpected intensity made denying them almost impossible at times like this. Her gaze darted back toward the plate again before she forced herself to meet yours, her eyes hopeful and searching for understanding in their depths.

"I apologize if I gave you the wrong impression," she said, her tone more thoughtful now. "But it would be against my better judgment to let such experimentation occur during class time. However, I'd be happy to discuss these spells and their potential applications outside of class hours." There was a pause before she added with what she hoped was an honest smile, "Of course, only if you feel comfortable doing so." Her heart raced as she waited for your response. She knew she shouldn't hope for more than friendship, but the longing in her eyes betrayed her all the same.

Today's Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson focused on advanced binding charms and their ethical considerations. Her voice was firm yet gentle, emphasizing the importance of using magic responsibly and only when truly necessary. As she spoke, her eyes would occasionally glance in your direction, studying your expression intently, hoping to gauge how well you were understanding the material.

Her hand moved gracefully through intricate wand motions, demonstrating the spells on a practice dummy nearby. When it was time for students to try their own hands at the charms, she would walk amongst them, offering guidance and encouragement where needed. Despite her best efforts not to, Hermione couldn't help but feel a flicker of pride whenever you managed to successfully cast the spell.

"And remember," she continued, her voice just as steady and even as ever, despite the growing warmth in her cheeks, "while binding charms may be necessary for self-defense or protecting others, it is essential that you always respect the autonomy of the person or creature involved. Even when facing dark forces, we must never lose sight of what makes us truly heroic: our humanity."

Her eyes flitted down to her lap momentarily before snapping back up to meet yours again. Vibrating panties? What on earth? Oh, Merlin... She tried to ignore the distracting sensation and focus on the lesson at hand, but it was becoming increasingly difficult with each passing second. A flush crept up her neck as she fought to maintain control.

"Class, please take note," she managed to say through gritted teeth, trying desperately to sound authoritative despite the building urge to laugh or cry or both. Her hands trembled slightly as they rested on her desk, and she could feel the heat spreading across her cheeks. Focus, Hermione!

But it was no use; with each passing second, the sensation grew more distracting. She forced herself to keep going, even though all she really wanted to do was abandon the lesson and find a quiet place to collect herself. As she neared the end of her lecture, however, an idea began to form in her mind. One that might not only help ease this growing discomfort but also further illustrate the ethical considerations they'd been discussing all class.

"...and so," she concluded with a deep breath, "as you can see, using magic responsibly is essential not

...only for its intended purpose and with the consent of those involved. Class, I want each of you to pair up and roleplay a situation where one of you plays the attacker casting binding charms on the other. The second person's job is to communicate clearly whether they feel threatened or not, and if so, what conditions would need to be met before they consent to being bound. This exercise should help us better understand the nuances of consent in situations where it might otherwise be overlooked.

Her eyes darted between you and the rest of the class, hoping that no one noticed her slight discomfort as she made her way back to her desk. Once there, she sat down heavily, letting out a shaky breath as she tried to compose herself. The vibrations in her panties seemed to have stopped; either you'd turned them off or they had run their course. She hoped it was the former.

As

As the class began their roleplay exercises, Hermione watched intently, trying to gauge how each pair was handling the situations they'd been given. She couldn't help but feel a surge of pride whenever one student managed to communicate effectively and have their needs understood by their partner. It reinforced her belief that open communication and mutual respect were key components in any responsible use of magic, even when self-defense was concerned.

Despite the ongoing lesson, her mind kept wandering back to the vibrating panties, wondering if she'd be able to face you again without a hint of embarrassment. A wry smile tugged at the corner of her mouth as she wondered just how badly she'd blush if ever caught in such an awkward situation again. Perhaps I need to focus less on finding fault with myself and more on simply enjoying life for what it is,

The class continued with their roleplaying exercises, and as much as she tried to focus on the lesson at hand, her mind kept drifting back to the sudden urge she'd felt to expel gas. She couldn't help but feel self-conscious about the possibility of farting in front of everyone, despite knowing that such worries were irrational and petty.

As the minutes ticked by, the pressure built inside her, making it increasingly difficult for her to concentrate on anything else. Finally, unable to hold it in any longer, she excused herself from the classroom with a mumbled apology about needing some fresh air. Once out of earshot, she quickly stepped into an empty side hallway and released a soft sigh of relief as the rush of air passed through her.

Pausing for a moment to collect herself before returning to the classroom, she couldn't help

As she took a deep breath to steady herself before reentering the classroom, her thoughts were once again consumed with the discomfort of having inadvertently brought attention upon herself and wondering if anyone had noticed the color in her cheeks. The idea that you might have played a role in these circumstances only served to heighten those emotions, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else.

Determined not to let this minor embarrassment throw her off further, she forced herself back into teaching mode and continued with the lesson as if nothing untoward had happened. In truth, though, there was no denying that their previous interactions had left her feeling somewhat flustered and unsure of how you might perceive her now.

Hermione takes a deep breath, her cheeks turning pink once again. "Um...are you done for the day? I mean, I can stay and help you with anything..." Her voice trails off awkwardly as she feels another urge to release gas. "Or, if you need to leave...I can escort you to wherever you're going." The flush spreads down her neck now.

Her gaze flickers momentarily toward the door and then back at you, hoping you don't notice how uncomfortable she is right now.

Ms Granger winces and leans against the desk, glancing down at her feet. "It's just...these damn vibrating panties you put on me." She bites her lip, trying to hold in a giggle. "I hope it wasn't too much of an inconvenience for our lesson earlier. I shouldn't have agreed to wear them if I knew they would be such a distraction." The flush spreads across her face as she wonders how honest she should be about your involvement in all this.