Chapter Nine
Valentine Ball time!
Brynn was practically jumping up and down with excitement. After she'd leaked her idea to Dumbledore, he'd decided that it should be a cultural affair for the whole school. After all, most students had no exposure to Muggle culture, especially as none were required to take a Muggle Studies class.
Hermione and Ginny came to her apartment to prepare themselves for the dance. Hermione's sleeveless dress was bubblegum pink and flowed beautifully down to her pink stilettos. Brynn wasn't surprised at the way Hermione looked: after all, she did have Muggle parents.
"Do you like it?" she asked Brynn and Ginny. "I bought it in Spain over the Christmas holidays. Mum and Dad really went bonkers over it."
"It's wonderful!" Brynn breathed, looking at the swishing material, and Ginny quickly agreed.
"Well, I'd best take it off while you do my hair," she said, having Ginny un-zip it.
Ginny's dress was vintage, made of crinoline: she looked as if she were from the fifties, but because of the funky flair she had given it, it looked cutting-edge and striking.
"I made it," she said happily. "Mum helped me a little, but I bought the fabric myself and made it."
"It's fabulous," Hermione and Brynn intoned.
"Your turn!" Hermione and Ginny squealed. "Before we do hair it's your turn!"
Brynn smiled sheepishly. "Okay, then."
She'd found her dress New Year's Day at a Muggle shop in Dublin, where her sister lived. The underlay was made of a blow pop-pink silk fabric, which was visible beneath the gauzy black overlay. The top had thin straps and the bodice looked a bit like a bustier, in that it was tight and it tied in the back. The dress ended just below her knees, and she chose to wear spiky black heels and carry a purse custom-made to match her dress.
"You're stunning!" Hermione exclaimed, hugging her.
"A vision!" Ginny proclaimed, also hugging her.
Brynn removed her dress and heels and threw the small clutch onto a nearby chair. "Okay, hair time!" she said, herding the two into her small kitchenette.
"I can't wait to see what Ron looks like in a tux!" Hermione giggled as Brynn used her wand to twist and curl Hermione's hair into an elegant style that suited her dress and made her look positively stunning.
Ginny giggled. "I've seen him, 'Mione, but I'm not telling."
Hermione laughed. "Well I've seen Zachary, so ha!"
Ginny climbed onto the kitchen chair and she and Hermione turned grave.
"So have you told anyone you're going with Malfoy?" Hermione asked.
"No," Brynn admitted shamefully. "I can't believe the whole school is going to see us together!"
"Well, it is just a date to formal, isn't it?" Hermione proclaimed in her practical way. "As long as you don't take him up to your room afterw—Don't look at me like that!!!" she said.
"We both know you're absolutely going to be knockered over Malfoy. Believe me, I understand the whole sex thing," Ginny said. Ginny was competing with Brynn in the slut contest. Though Ginny, having just had sex three days ago, was winning the contest by far. This depressed the hell out of Brynn, who desperately wanted to win.
"Well I want to win the fucking contest!" Brynn yelled.
"Too bad," Ginny said, sticking her tongue out and laughing. She looked deep in thought. "You know, I never thought of it the way you just put it...but I guess that's what it is, isn't it? A 'fucking' contest."
They braided and twisted parts of her hair until it was half up, half down. Braids and twists and pieces of fabric were sticking out from her head—but strangely, she looked gorgeous.
"I'll fucking have sex if I fucking want to," she grumbled as they all donned their heels.
"You'll have to go somewhere you won't be seen," Ginny said. "You don't want anyone to wonder about you any more, and you especially need to keep Harry in mind."
"I know. Maybe I could go down by the lake...you know, in that small clustered group of trees and rocks."
"No!" they screamed together.
"It's fucking February, Brynn!" Ginny yelled. "You'll freeze your bum!"
"I'm sure I'll get warmed up."
They were all in stitches as they exited through her classroom door, Ron and Zachary waiting for them.
"Um, Brynn? Want us to wait?" Ginny asked.
"No, Ginny...er, I don't think it's a good idea, do you?"
She looked stunned for a minute, ashamed for saying anything. "Oh, right! Let's go, guys!" and they began walking to the Great Hall.
Brynn went back into her classroom, shutting the door. She was absolutely close to having an orgasm just thinking about Draco's spiky white-blonde hair and his pale, droopy eyes. Get here, get here. Or we won't even make it to the dance...well, there's an idea, she thought as someone knocked on her door.
Draco stood before her, wearing a classic black tux with a black shirt and tie underneath the jacket. Just three buttons on the coat, and ten on the shirt, she counted to herself. Let's get going, Draco. Just thirteen little shirt buttons, one pants button, and one zipper are all that is restraining me from completely shagging you senseless right now.
"You look breathtaking." He'd disturbed her reverie, and rightfully so. Goodness knows if she'd only continued.
"And you as well. Classic."
They stared at each other, and each second was like a lifetime, his pupils etched desire into her brain and every nerve of her body.
"So...the dance."
"Right...we should probably...go," she replied, still swimming in his blue irises.
"Probably."
"Only if you want to."
"It would be a waste to not show off your dress."
"It would be a waste to not let me exer—ahem—escort you."
"It would be a waste of a gorgeous dress."
"I could wear it again. It's really not a waste..."
"You could wear it to a wizard ball, it really does look rather like a witch's dress."
"But if you want to go," she said.
"Of course, if you do."
"Let me get my purse." She took a step and turned around, looking at Draco, who had also taken a step forward.
They looked at each other intensely. Searing heat burned her entire body as she looked at him. Count them again, she told herself. One button, two buttons, three buttons, four buttons, five buttons...
He moved one of his hands to tie a corsage of pink roses to her wrist. As he tied, flawlessly, he gazed at her, never once letting it falter. How she longed to touch the pale hand that tied the corsage, kiss the soft lips, moan under his hard body.
She wasn't sure who made the move first, but suddenly before she'd had time to think, she was kissing Draco fiercely, her purse still clutched tightly in her left hand, which she moved to stroke his fine hair.
Draco gently forced her backward, toward her apartment door, elegantly moving desks out of her way as she walked backwards, never once letting her lips leave his. Small erotic pinpricks were poking her entire body; she felt as if she were on fire, and she wondered how Draco felt.
They reached her apartment door and she faltered while trying to open it. When it finally opened, they crashed through it, sending it slamming against the adjoining wall. Draco kicked it shut with his foot and finally their lips parted, just long enough for him to survey the surroundings.
She hungrily reached for his jacket, but he shook his head and picked her up, swinging his right arm beneath her knees, and bringing his left under her shoulders. He carried her back to her bedroom, opening the door with his wand.
When he set her down, he slowly removed his jacket, maintaining eye contact throughout. She darted to him after he'd lowered it to the floor, wrapping her arms around him and beginning to kiss his neck. He moaned softly as she gingerly removed his tie and began unbuttoning the first button.
One down, twelve to go, she mentally counted. He lowered himself onto the bed and as she reached the fifth button on his shirt, she worked her way back up to his hungry lips.
"I missed you," he whispered, kissing her hungrily and feeling his way up the skirt of her dress, until his hand came to rest on her upper thigh. She was crouching over him, looking hungrily at the rest of the buttons.
As she kissed the soft patch of skin between his belly button and belt, he groaned and trembled slightly. Just as she'd undone the belt, he rolled her over and climbed on top of her.
"Sorry, love, it's my turn," he said, and hungrily began kissing and lightly biting her neck. When he couldn't kiss her flesh any longer, he gently rolled her over and untied her dress, never hesitating and immediately getting it. God, he was good. She didn't even want to think of how many girls he'd done that to before he'd gotten that trick down.
With only a pair of panties on, Brynn immediately felt self- conscious, but Draco just began his steady trek downward.
"Don't worry, love, I'm the only one here," he whispered, comforting her. "It's just us, it's okay."
He kissed across her panty line, making her moan.
"Draco, right now," she pleaded. "Please."
"Just a little longer. Oh please, let me do this just a bit longer..."
She moaned as he kissed her into oblivion, until she couldn't take it any longer and she pulled him up to her. Rolling over on top of him, she finished taking his pants off. As she stroked him lovingly, hungrily, she could hear his hungry, waiting moans.
Meeting his lips once again, she allowed him to roll her over. He gazed into her deep green eyes, reading her while stroking her flushed cheek.
"I'm in love with you."
She looked at him. "What?"
"I love you."
She gave him a teasing smile. "Show me how much you love me."
He reached down to where his pants were on the side of the bed, and came up with a condom. "I've never seen a student so concerned about birth control."
"You gotta have protection," he laughed.
"I'm on the pill."
"Well, then." He threw the condom across the room and resumed kissing her.
His breath came faster as he slowly began to enter her. She raised her hips, causing him to push into her the whole way. It was her turn to give Draco a smirk.
The teacher has become...er, the teacher. She stifled her laughter.
He pumped in and out, faster and faster, until she began squirming under him and moaning. Knowing that she was near climaxing, she felt him tighten his grip on her, and he pushed harder. She clawed her hands into his back and moved them down, trying to push him further into her.
They both began moaning and looked into each other's eyes. His gaze was so intense, so passionate...she felt herself rising to a level above humanity...she couldn't even hear her screams anymore, the waves were so intense. She felt Draco give a few final, deep pushes as she cried louder than she ever had before. He moaned while looking into her eyes, making her shudder and claw his back even more.
As he came into her, they both let out a unified moan, which she was quite sure was a bit too loud but she really didn't care. Draco rolled over so as not to hurt her, but he rolled her toward him and began caressing her carefully.
"I really do love you," he said, looking over at her. His face was flushed and his breathing was just beginning to slow.
"I really care for you. I don't know enough about you to love you."
"Well I love you. And I'm going to prove it to you somehow, if it's the last thing I do. I want to be with you forever; not being able to talk to you has been killing me. I'm in love. I want to spend the rest of my life with you..." he trailed off, falling asleep. As he drifted off, Brynn felt his grip tighten around her.
Valentine Ball time!
Brynn was practically jumping up and down with excitement. After she'd leaked her idea to Dumbledore, he'd decided that it should be a cultural affair for the whole school. After all, most students had no exposure to Muggle culture, especially as none were required to take a Muggle Studies class.
Hermione and Ginny came to her apartment to prepare themselves for the dance. Hermione's sleeveless dress was bubblegum pink and flowed beautifully down to her pink stilettos. Brynn wasn't surprised at the way Hermione looked: after all, she did have Muggle parents.
"Do you like it?" she asked Brynn and Ginny. "I bought it in Spain over the Christmas holidays. Mum and Dad really went bonkers over it."
"It's wonderful!" Brynn breathed, looking at the swishing material, and Ginny quickly agreed.
"Well, I'd best take it off while you do my hair," she said, having Ginny un-zip it.
Ginny's dress was vintage, made of crinoline: she looked as if she were from the fifties, but because of the funky flair she had given it, it looked cutting-edge and striking.
"I made it," she said happily. "Mum helped me a little, but I bought the fabric myself and made it."
"It's fabulous," Hermione and Brynn intoned.
"Your turn!" Hermione and Ginny squealed. "Before we do hair it's your turn!"
Brynn smiled sheepishly. "Okay, then."
She'd found her dress New Year's Day at a Muggle shop in Dublin, where her sister lived. The underlay was made of a blow pop-pink silk fabric, which was visible beneath the gauzy black overlay. The top had thin straps and the bodice looked a bit like a bustier, in that it was tight and it tied in the back. The dress ended just below her knees, and she chose to wear spiky black heels and carry a purse custom-made to match her dress.
"You're stunning!" Hermione exclaimed, hugging her.
"A vision!" Ginny proclaimed, also hugging her.
Brynn removed her dress and heels and threw the small clutch onto a nearby chair. "Okay, hair time!" she said, herding the two into her small kitchenette.
"I can't wait to see what Ron looks like in a tux!" Hermione giggled as Brynn used her wand to twist and curl Hermione's hair into an elegant style that suited her dress and made her look positively stunning.
Ginny giggled. "I've seen him, 'Mione, but I'm not telling."
Hermione laughed. "Well I've seen Zachary, so ha!"
Ginny climbed onto the kitchen chair and she and Hermione turned grave.
"So have you told anyone you're going with Malfoy?" Hermione asked.
"No," Brynn admitted shamefully. "I can't believe the whole school is going to see us together!"
"Well, it is just a date to formal, isn't it?" Hermione proclaimed in her practical way. "As long as you don't take him up to your room afterw—Don't look at me like that!!!" she said.
"We both know you're absolutely going to be knockered over Malfoy. Believe me, I understand the whole sex thing," Ginny said. Ginny was competing with Brynn in the slut contest. Though Ginny, having just had sex three days ago, was winning the contest by far. This depressed the hell out of Brynn, who desperately wanted to win.
"Well I want to win the fucking contest!" Brynn yelled.
"Too bad," Ginny said, sticking her tongue out and laughing. She looked deep in thought. "You know, I never thought of it the way you just put it...but I guess that's what it is, isn't it? A 'fucking' contest."
They braided and twisted parts of her hair until it was half up, half down. Braids and twists and pieces of fabric were sticking out from her head—but strangely, she looked gorgeous.
"I'll fucking have sex if I fucking want to," she grumbled as they all donned their heels.
"You'll have to go somewhere you won't be seen," Ginny said. "You don't want anyone to wonder about you any more, and you especially need to keep Harry in mind."
"I know. Maybe I could go down by the lake...you know, in that small clustered group of trees and rocks."
"No!" they screamed together.
"It's fucking February, Brynn!" Ginny yelled. "You'll freeze your bum!"
"I'm sure I'll get warmed up."
They were all in stitches as they exited through her classroom door, Ron and Zachary waiting for them.
"Um, Brynn? Want us to wait?" Ginny asked.
"No, Ginny...er, I don't think it's a good idea, do you?"
She looked stunned for a minute, ashamed for saying anything. "Oh, right! Let's go, guys!" and they began walking to the Great Hall.
Brynn went back into her classroom, shutting the door. She was absolutely close to having an orgasm just thinking about Draco's spiky white-blonde hair and his pale, droopy eyes. Get here, get here. Or we won't even make it to the dance...well, there's an idea, she thought as someone knocked on her door.
Draco stood before her, wearing a classic black tux with a black shirt and tie underneath the jacket. Just three buttons on the coat, and ten on the shirt, she counted to herself. Let's get going, Draco. Just thirteen little shirt buttons, one pants button, and one zipper are all that is restraining me from completely shagging you senseless right now.
"You look breathtaking." He'd disturbed her reverie, and rightfully so. Goodness knows if she'd only continued.
"And you as well. Classic."
They stared at each other, and each second was like a lifetime, his pupils etched desire into her brain and every nerve of her body.
"So...the dance."
"Right...we should probably...go," she replied, still swimming in his blue irises.
"Probably."
"Only if you want to."
"It would be a waste to not show off your dress."
"It would be a waste to not let me exer—ahem—escort you."
"It would be a waste of a gorgeous dress."
"I could wear it again. It's really not a waste..."
"You could wear it to a wizard ball, it really does look rather like a witch's dress."
"But if you want to go," she said.
"Of course, if you do."
"Let me get my purse." She took a step and turned around, looking at Draco, who had also taken a step forward.
They looked at each other intensely. Searing heat burned her entire body as she looked at him. Count them again, she told herself. One button, two buttons, three buttons, four buttons, five buttons...
He moved one of his hands to tie a corsage of pink roses to her wrist. As he tied, flawlessly, he gazed at her, never once letting it falter. How she longed to touch the pale hand that tied the corsage, kiss the soft lips, moan under his hard body.
She wasn't sure who made the move first, but suddenly before she'd had time to think, she was kissing Draco fiercely, her purse still clutched tightly in her left hand, which she moved to stroke his fine hair.
Draco gently forced her backward, toward her apartment door, elegantly moving desks out of her way as she walked backwards, never once letting her lips leave his. Small erotic pinpricks were poking her entire body; she felt as if she were on fire, and she wondered how Draco felt.
They reached her apartment door and she faltered while trying to open it. When it finally opened, they crashed through it, sending it slamming against the adjoining wall. Draco kicked it shut with his foot and finally their lips parted, just long enough for him to survey the surroundings.
She hungrily reached for his jacket, but he shook his head and picked her up, swinging his right arm beneath her knees, and bringing his left under her shoulders. He carried her back to her bedroom, opening the door with his wand.
When he set her down, he slowly removed his jacket, maintaining eye contact throughout. She darted to him after he'd lowered it to the floor, wrapping her arms around him and beginning to kiss his neck. He moaned softly as she gingerly removed his tie and began unbuttoning the first button.
One down, twelve to go, she mentally counted. He lowered himself onto the bed and as she reached the fifth button on his shirt, she worked her way back up to his hungry lips.
"I missed you," he whispered, kissing her hungrily and feeling his way up the skirt of her dress, until his hand came to rest on her upper thigh. She was crouching over him, looking hungrily at the rest of the buttons.
As she kissed the soft patch of skin between his belly button and belt, he groaned and trembled slightly. Just as she'd undone the belt, he rolled her over and climbed on top of her.
"Sorry, love, it's my turn," he said, and hungrily began kissing and lightly biting her neck. When he couldn't kiss her flesh any longer, he gently rolled her over and untied her dress, never hesitating and immediately getting it. God, he was good. She didn't even want to think of how many girls he'd done that to before he'd gotten that trick down.
With only a pair of panties on, Brynn immediately felt self- conscious, but Draco just began his steady trek downward.
"Don't worry, love, I'm the only one here," he whispered, comforting her. "It's just us, it's okay."
He kissed across her panty line, making her moan.
"Draco, right now," she pleaded. "Please."
"Just a little longer. Oh please, let me do this just a bit longer..."
She moaned as he kissed her into oblivion, until she couldn't take it any longer and she pulled him up to her. Rolling over on top of him, she finished taking his pants off. As she stroked him lovingly, hungrily, she could hear his hungry, waiting moans.
Meeting his lips once again, she allowed him to roll her over. He gazed into her deep green eyes, reading her while stroking her flushed cheek.
"I'm in love with you."
She looked at him. "What?"
"I love you."
She gave him a teasing smile. "Show me how much you love me."
He reached down to where his pants were on the side of the bed, and came up with a condom. "I've never seen a student so concerned about birth control."
"You gotta have protection," he laughed.
"I'm on the pill."
"Well, then." He threw the condom across the room and resumed kissing her.
His breath came faster as he slowly began to enter her. She raised her hips, causing him to push into her the whole way. It was her turn to give Draco a smirk.
The teacher has become...er, the teacher. She stifled her laughter.
He pumped in and out, faster and faster, until she began squirming under him and moaning. Knowing that she was near climaxing, she felt him tighten his grip on her, and he pushed harder. She clawed her hands into his back and moved them down, trying to push him further into her.
They both began moaning and looked into each other's eyes. His gaze was so intense, so passionate...she felt herself rising to a level above humanity...she couldn't even hear her screams anymore, the waves were so intense. She felt Draco give a few final, deep pushes as she cried louder than she ever had before. He moaned while looking into her eyes, making her shudder and claw his back even more.
As he came into her, they both let out a unified moan, which she was quite sure was a bit too loud but she really didn't care. Draco rolled over so as not to hurt her, but he rolled her toward him and began caressing her carefully.
"I really do love you," he said, looking over at her. His face was flushed and his breathing was just beginning to slow.
"I really care for you. I don't know enough about you to love you."
"Well I love you. And I'm going to prove it to you somehow, if it's the last thing I do. I want to be with you forever; not being able to talk to you has been killing me. I'm in love. I want to spend the rest of my life with you..." he trailed off, falling asleep. As he drifted off, Brynn felt his grip tighten around her.