Is it just me, or do the male teachers at Hogwarts get all the action? You know what I'm talking about. The Snape stories. The Lupin stories. Most of which involve Hermione, a student. Gosh dang it, it's time for the lady professors to get some underage action! That having been said, I humbly present....

Draco-Sinistra.
Ha ha, nah, just kidding.
Don't hurt me, Cassandra Claire.

My own horribly uncreative title is:
Detention, Drama, and a lot of Draco

I own nothing. JK Rowling owns everything, gosh dang her.


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Sigh. Another day, another seventeen Sickles. I deserve a raise. Dumbledore really needs to up the salary of his teachers; no one will want the Defense Against the Dark Arts job under these conditions.

I surveyed my surroundings. Nasty little things, students are. The smaller ones are too stupid to talk to, and the older ones are too smart-alecky to teach. The seventh-year Slytherins and Gryffindors were, of course, bickering. Impressed upon at an early age to despise each other. How idiotic. Even Hermione Granger, who had the most sense of all of them, was looking daggers at Malfoy, who had called her a Mudblood. Again.

And oh, look. There's Sir Ron, come to save his lady from the fire-breathing dragon (my, what an apt phrase). It never ends. Never, never, never.

"Mister Weasley, sit down. Honestly, after so many of these occurrences, one would think you'd realize Malfoy is just trying to push your buttons. Five points from Gryffindor for being so hot-headed."

"But Professor Sinistra, I---

"And Malfoy, you'll be getting a detention for calling Granger a Mudblood. Again. For my sake, while I'm having you rearrange my bookshelves, do try and think of some new insults. I'm rather tired of having to punish you for the same words over and over again. And fifteen points from Slytherin."

Well, at least Malfoy didn't argue back. Sat and glowered at me with those odd grey eyes. Don't know why; I thought he'd be used to them by now. I've given him more detentions than any other student this year. Almost as if he WANTED to spend his evenings dusting my cupboards and polishing the desktops. Well, he is a Malfoy. Lucius was always rather odd too. Always looking for trouble during mealtimes all those years ago.

They had the same eyes, Draco and Lucius. Something I'd noticed one evening as Draco was alphabetizing my microscope slides. Silly boy hadn't understood the concept of a Muggle microscope. He caught on rather quickly, though, when I explained it to him. He WAS rather bright, thought it pained me to admit it.

I snapped my head back to attention. Neville Longbottom had just created....well, he had created a mess. Honestly, that boy is the closest thing to a Squib I've ever seen. Severus says his potions are simply awful. But Severus says a lot of things about Gryffindor students; you can't really believe them all. Never got over Lily, that one....

Ah well. At least this time, Neville's mistake was easily repaired. A simple Sponging Spell and everything was right again. Good. And the bell rang. Doubly good. Another class over. Another day over. I breathed a sigh of relief, and then saw Malfoy sulking out of the doorway. My eyes narrowed involuntarily.

"Mister Malfoy, I need to speak with you. You will stay after class a few minutes."

Malfoy turned and leveled those strange eyes at me. God, I despised those eyes. They frightened me. I forced myself to look at his eyebrows instead. Always arranged in a quizzical, sarcastic expression. Always.

I waited until the room emptied and motioned for Malfoy to have a seat. He remained standing. Headstrong, like his father. That, however, I could not blame him for. I had heard the Malfoy family had always been rather proud. By the same token, so had the Sinistras. I couldn't begrudge him his pride.

"Mister Malfoy, I don't know what to make of your behavior in my class. It's been growing steadily worse since the beginning of the term. D'you have any explanations you'd like to give for your actions?"

Malfoy just stared at me. Inwardly, I shuddered.

"Very well. Since you have nothing to say, I'll see you this evening at 8:00 for your detention. I'd advise you to wear your least favorite robes; the bookshelves are a tad dusty," I said, a malevolent grin spreading over my face. It was fun making a Malfoy suffer. Too bad Draco never seemed to suffer that much. I turned back to my desk, arranging my books to leave.

"I have lots of things to say, Professor Sinistra."

I wheeled around. Did Malfoy actually speak? Did he actually deign to respond to a teacher's questions? My, this was progress indeed.

"Oh, really? Anything in particular you'd like to get off your chest? Perhaps an apology for always disrupting my classes?" I snapped.

"No. No apologies. I'm not very good at apologies," he said, walking forward, those damned grey eyes never leaving mine. I looked down.

"I can well believe it. If you have nothing important to say, then, Malfoy, I'd advise you to go and get some rest before your detention. Some of the books are rather hefty. Wouldn't want you to overstrain yourself." I picked up my books and turned to leave.

Malfoy blocked my way. Those awful, steel eyes bore holes into mine. What the hell was he doing? I tried to shove my way past and dropped most of my books in the process. Stupid boy was going to make me late for tea. I glared at him.

"Pick up my books, Malfoy."

He glared back at me.

"No," he said in a very low voice.

"What? You'll pick up those books now or-

My sentence was cut short as Malfoy abruptly grabbed my shoulders and placed his mouth on mine.

Some instinctive, unseen part of me melted into the kiss, returning Malfoy's passion and intensity. I hated that part of myself. I felt my eyes, at first wide with the shock of Malfoy's sudden actions, close lazily.

His hands moved from my shoulders to my face, as Malfoy gently cupped my head in his hands. Oh, God...his hands were warm against my skin...They moved to my hair, his fingers removing the carefully placed pins, allowing my hair to escape, allowing it to tumble down my shoulders. His hands...his hands in my hair...

Wait a minute! What the hell am I doing? I am KISSING a STUDENT. I could lose my job for this! I'd be fired without a place to go, without a Knut to my name! I'd have to live in the streets!

My eyes snapped open and I quickly pushed Malfoy away. Those cold grey eyes were filled with uncharacteristic warmth and confusion.

"Malfoy, we can't do this," I said, breathing heavily. I could see Draco's chest heaving as well. "We can't do this. I could lose my job. This is going against every rule in the book!" I suddenly shrieked, losing my reserve. My career was flashing before my eyes. And Draco was advancing toward me, a predator stalking its prey. I backed away, stumbling over my fallen, forgotten books.

"M-Malfoy, you have to listen to me. This c-c-can't happen. You're a student and I-I-I-I-

"You're my teacher," he said, still advancing. I backed into a wall and he swiftly placed his arms on either side of me. Damn it, I was trapped. There was a hunger in his eyes. A hunger frightening in its intensity.

"Yes, I-I'm your teacher, Malfoy," I stammered.

He lowered his head (God, he was tall) conspiratorially to mine. I could feel his breath on my cheeks.

"So teach me," he breathed, pulling me close and pressing his lips to mine.

Where did he LEARN lines like these? I wondered to myself. He's your student! He's just a child! Oh my God, does that "child" have his tongue in my mouth? Where did he learn THAT?!? I know I never-Oh no, what's he doing now? ....Oh, that's nice. Oh, that's VERY nice. Wow. That's GOT to be a bit of magic. I'll lose my job for this...Dumbledore will sack me...My God, his hands are warm. Warm and wonderful...

I shouldn't allow this. I should be having tea now, not snogging with a student! He's my STUDENT! He's underage! He's...he's...oh, he's kissing my neck. Oh, no no no...that's not good. Hey! Where's that hand wandering? A tad too adventurous there, Mister Malfoy. Oh........oh no...heaven help me........oh WOW. How many rules am I breaking? What would Dumbledore say? Now hold on, you can stop right there, my robes are staying ON, thank you! How the hell did he make his tongue do that? No, no, that's quite far enough, Malfoy...........Oh, I have to stop this, I have to....wait, what am I leaning on? Oh my, is that his...?

"Enough!" I gasped. "That's quite enough, Malfoy!"

"Oh, do call me Draco," he drawled, still nuzzling my neck. He raised his head and grinned at me. I frowned.

"I'm supposed to be punishing you for acting out in my class," I muttered, folding my arms across my chest.

"Yes, I've been a naughty boy, haven't I? I think I deserve a-he lowered his voice to a whisper-a good spanking." Draco's eyes glittered mischievously.

Something inside me snapped.

"What, is this a GAME to you? 'Let's see how far we can get with the female Professors'? Who's next on the list? McGonagall? Trelawney?" I roared. Draco loosened me from his grasp.

"No, Professor, I thought-

"Oh, you thought you'd get out of a detention instead. Work the old Malfoy charm on clueless Professor Sinistra. Give the old girl a thrill and then get off scot-free," I sneered.

Draco let go of me entirely and stalked across the room. The warmth and humor that had previously been in his eyes were replaced with their usual coldness.

"Draco, I could lose my JOB because of this!" I cried. "D'you understand how serious that is? I can't afford to lose my position at Hogwarts all because you can't control your hormones!"

He stared at me, those eyes icy with fury.

"That wasn't 'all because I can't control my hormones'," he spat. "I'm very good at self-control. You, of all people, should know that. I'm not just 'working the Malfoy charm' either." He stopped and looked down at my books.

"D'you want to know WHY I keep getting detentions from you, Professor?" he said suddenly. "I've fallen into some form of love with you."

My eyes widened in shock. Before I could reply, Draco continued.

"I know, I know. A student in love with a professor, it's such a cliché. I'm really quite ashamed of my own lack of creativity, I'll have you know. But the damage has been done. I'm quite smitten. There IS the age difference, though. You've got to be at LEAST what? 25?" he grinned, and went on. "And it would never work, the sneaking around. And if we were caught, I'd be expelled and you'd be fired. And then my father would murder me and you'd have to sing at my funeral."

My mind was, of course, racing. How could he love me? He didn't know anything about love. He didn't know anything about me! Well, maybe he did. We always had long and pointless conversations during his detentions. But still...he was a student! I eased myself onto a bench and cradled my head in my arms.

Draco slid next to me on the bench. He planted his chin on my shoulder.

"You would, wouldn't you?"

"What?"

"Sing at my funeral," he grinned. I gave him a slight smile.

"What would I sing?"

"Hmm. Well, I'd prefer a horribly sappy love song and have you burst into tears while you sing it. If it's not too much trouble, that is," he smiled.

I sighed and looked at him, his chin still on my shoulder. I could see a mustache just beginning to form above his upper lip. He was so young. So, so young.

"Malfoy, how old are you?" I asked. He frowned.

"I thought you were going to start calling me Draco. And I'll have you know I turned 18 nearly a month ago. Not a jury in the world could convict you!" he said triumphantly.

"Well, I hadn't planned on doing anything to cause me to be put on trial," I said hastily. "And there is quite a difference between your age and mine."

"Rubbish. Age ain't nothing but a number anyhow."

I sighed again. "So what are we going to do now?"

Draco's face broke into a devilish grin. "Well, I liked that 'spanking' idea, myself," he teased.

"You know what I meant. I meant this whole thing (I waved my hands expressively) with us."

"Oh," Draco said simply. He clasped his arms around my waist and pulled me to him. I didn't have the heart (or the energy) to resist.

While I was in his arms, I could feel his heart beating, feel him breathing in and out. He was so young. But oh, if this could somehow miraculously work...

"I should go," Draco said suddenly.

"Yes, that's a good idea," I agreed. His arms tightened around me for a moment, and then he stood to leave.

"Professor Sinistra, I don't know your first name."

"Oh...it's Cecelia."

"Cecelia...that's a beautiful name. Goodbye, Professor Cecelia Sinistra."

"Goodbye, Mister Draco Malfoy. And don't forget your detention this evening."

He grinned. "I can't wait." I smiled and waved as he sauntered out of the door. I watched the door close gently behind him.

"Neither can I."