That afternoon passed uncharacteristically quickly. I jumped every time someone entered my classroom; I felt sure Dumbledore or McGonagall were going to burst through the door with my dismissal papers any minute. A student had kissed me. What's more, I had kissed him back.
As I tidied up the room, I unconsciously formed lists in my mind. Lists of Malfoy's flaws, lists of his perfections. Lists of the horrible repercussions that could arise from pursuing a relationship (did Malfoy even WANT a relationship?) with a student.
I heard the door open and close, and I didn't look back. If Dumbledore was going to fire me, he would have to fire my back.
"I've come for my detention, Professor."
Malfoy stood near the doorway, his arms folded over his chest, a smirk playing on his lips. His eyes roved me, I could almost FEEL them undressing me.
Inwardly, I grinned. Poor dear's trying to be seductive. Very well, I can play along.
I turned very slowly and tossed my hair over my shoulder. His eyes flashed. In the deepest, throatiest, sultriest tone I could muster, I purred, "Hello, Malfoy."
For a moment, Draco lost his famous Malfoy reserve as I saw his jaw drop. I chuckled softly as I advanced on him, slowly and assuredly. Finally, I got to be the predator. I saw something like fear flicker across his facial features as Malfoy stammered.
"I-I thought I told you to call me Draco."
I stood two feet in front of him, my hands behind my back, taking him in. Yes, he was very handsome. Nice hair. Suddenly I grabbed his collar and yanked him toward me.
Our faces inches apart, I whispered, "I'll call you whatever the hell I want." His eyes widened in shock. I could barely contain my laughter as I continued.
"Malfoy, I'm going to give you something I've never shared with a student, and a very few men besides. I certainly hope you're up to a challenge; I've not had a man use this gift to my satisfaction. Will you be able to please me?" I asked, my eyes dancing. I could feel his breath, staggered and uneven. His body suddenly shuddered against mine. He composed himself long enough to form a response.
"I know I will," he growled. I could feel his body tense with anticipation. Oh, this was too much fun.
"All right," I purred. "Now close your eyes and hold out your hand." I nearly lost my composure as he smirked and closed his eyes lazily.
"Cecelia, dear, I'll rock your world."
"Good to know," I whispered in his ear, as I slid into his outstretched palm.....a pink feather duster. Draco opened his eyes and quickly looked down.
"Now get to work!" I cried jovially. "Those bookshelves aren't going to rearrange themselves!"
As I tidied up the room, I unconsciously formed lists in my mind. Lists of Malfoy's flaws, lists of his perfections. Lists of the horrible repercussions that could arise from pursuing a relationship (did Malfoy even WANT a relationship?) with a student.
I heard the door open and close, and I didn't look back. If Dumbledore was going to fire me, he would have to fire my back.
"I've come for my detention, Professor."
Malfoy stood near the doorway, his arms folded over his chest, a smirk playing on his lips. His eyes roved me, I could almost FEEL them undressing me.
Inwardly, I grinned. Poor dear's trying to be seductive. Very well, I can play along.
I turned very slowly and tossed my hair over my shoulder. His eyes flashed. In the deepest, throatiest, sultriest tone I could muster, I purred, "Hello, Malfoy."
For a moment, Draco lost his famous Malfoy reserve as I saw his jaw drop. I chuckled softly as I advanced on him, slowly and assuredly. Finally, I got to be the predator. I saw something like fear flicker across his facial features as Malfoy stammered.
"I-I thought I told you to call me Draco."
I stood two feet in front of him, my hands behind my back, taking him in. Yes, he was very handsome. Nice hair. Suddenly I grabbed his collar and yanked him toward me.
Our faces inches apart, I whispered, "I'll call you whatever the hell I want." His eyes widened in shock. I could barely contain my laughter as I continued.
"Malfoy, I'm going to give you something I've never shared with a student, and a very few men besides. I certainly hope you're up to a challenge; I've not had a man use this gift to my satisfaction. Will you be able to please me?" I asked, my eyes dancing. I could feel his breath, staggered and uneven. His body suddenly shuddered against mine. He composed himself long enough to form a response.
"I know I will," he growled. I could feel his body tense with anticipation. Oh, this was too much fun.
"All right," I purred. "Now close your eyes and hold out your hand." I nearly lost my composure as he smirked and closed his eyes lazily.
"Cecelia, dear, I'll rock your world."
"Good to know," I whispered in his ear, as I slid into his outstretched palm.....a pink feather duster. Draco opened his eyes and quickly looked down.
"Now get to work!" I cried jovially. "Those bookshelves aren't going to rearrange themselves!"