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Warning! Lemony Lemons ahead! You have been warned. That being said. ENJOY!

Chapter 5 – Not So Innocent Messages and Dreams

Draco

*DING* The loud sound came from his phone, shocking all four men who all grabbed at their phones. They had given up on poker after Theo claimed overall victory and had been paid by the others. They were currently deep in game three of pool. "Not me," said Blaise. "Not me, thank god! I couldn't go in now if they needed me," Harry said with a sigh of relief. "Same here! Plus, Daph has gone to bed, so who is texting you at 2 in the morning Malfoy?" All three men stared at the Blonde whose face was as blushed like a little girl. "Hmmmmm, young hot student booty call, maybe?" Theo smirked. In an instant though, his faced turned red for another reason. "WHICH ONE OF YOU MOTHER FUCKERS DID IT?!" He screamed at the other men. They all hit the floor laughing. "Nott did it! He said you needed a push!" Harry choked out through his laughter. "HEY! What the hell Potter! You grabbed the phone!" Theo counted back. Draco felt his head spinning. Whether it was from the copious amount of alcohol or the message on his phone staring him in the face.

HG: So, Instagram stalking me now Professor? Well at least do you like what you see? ;)

What should I say? Should I ignore it? His thoughts then shifted to her calling him Professor in that dress and he could feel himself getting hard in his pants. He fought the light headedness and summoned all the confident swagger he could muster and wrote back to her.

Hermione

DM: Oh Ms. Granger, what can I say? I have always enjoyed a beautiful girl in a tight dress! Don't have too much fun without me ;)

Hermione stared at the message for at least ten minutes straight. Seeing the original message she had "sent" almost sobered her completely, and when he replied she almost lost it. "Professor? Really? What the fuck yall?!" She glared at her laughing friends. "What," Ginny giggled, "He is a professor, I'm sure you call him that at school right?" "And I'm also sure you have called him that in your fantasies," Pansy added quickly before she could argue. "Yeah, but now Monday is going to be really weird at work! Did y'all horndogs think about that! I have to work with him!" Hermione was pissed. On the one hand, his answer was making her blush. He was flirting with her! He thought she was beautiful. But on the other hand, she was going to have to face on him on Monday. Plus, she didn't know if she should answer him back. What would she even say?! "I think I'm gonna head home y'all. See y'all at the apartment." The other girls, noticing the time, figured she was right. Pansy hopped up catching her arm, "Let's all go! It's getting pretty late! And we are sorry Mione." Lavender and Ginny nodded their heads looking down. "We just didn't want you miss the opportunity for this. We know you have been hung up on this guy since we were seniors in high school."

Who was she kidding? She couldn't be mad at her friends for that message. It really was something she would have sent herself if she had the nerves! She liked him dammit! Hell, she wanted to lick his abs. This is the same man she had been having dirty dreams about again since she started her placement. She turned and smiled at her best friends in the world. "It's okay y'all are right. I still want him and I'm gonna figure out if he still wants me. "Does that mean you gonna tell us the story about the amazing kisser comment?" Lavender wiggled her eyebrows. Hermione smirked wickedly, "Nope." She got home to the apartment she shared with Ginny and Pansy and changed into some pajamas. She needed sleep and to stop thinking about hot Professors with rippling muscles and adorable reading glasses. Well, at least she would after she replied to his message. If he wanted to flirt with her then she would flirt back! She smirked to herself as she typed out her reply to him and about his face when he read that message. She imagined the tips of his ear and cheeks turning that cute shade of pink like when she caught him staring at her the other day. it was adorable. That was the last thing she thought about before sleep overtook her.

She was putting away chemicals in the chemistry lab classroom. She dropped the bottle in her hand and noticed as she bent over there was a draft on her legs. She realized she was wearing her cheer uniform and her unruly curls were tied up in a high ponytail swinging down her back. The door shut behind her and she turned around to find Draco standing against the door smirking in her direction while twirling those adorable reading glasses in his large hand. "Miss Granger," he purred, "to what do I owe this pleasure?" the last word coming of his lips like a seductive song. She blushed the color of a rose and stared at the ground. "You gave me detention sir?" He walked over to her and used his index finger to raise her chin so she would look him in the eye. "And why exactly did I give you detention Miss Granger," Draco purred again, this time making sure he was staring straight into her eyes. She could feel the wetness in her panties, and she itched to touch and kiss him. "Well, Professor, I may have made a crude comment during class today when you caught me daydreaming during your lecture." Draco shuddered when the word Professor left her lips.

"Right, if my memory serves me correctly, he thought out loud, "you told me you were thinking about my head between your thighs while you sat on my desk, am I right Miss Granger." The wetness she felt only intensified every time her called her by her surname. "Yes Professor," was all she could squeak out. Her breathing was coming in short pants and her voice was thick with lust. He walked her back until her ass was against his desk and put his hands around her on either side of the desk effectively caging her in. "Well, Mrs. Granger, I think that daydream can easily be arranged. Before she could say anything he had wrapped her ponytail around his wrist and sealed his mouth over hers in a hot, searing kiss. He tasted like chocolate and mint and fuck could he kiss. He slid his tongue against hers requesting entrance and she allowed it. Their tongues were then fighting for dominance in the kiss. He kissed her like he needed to share the air in her lungs. After a while, he pulled back from her mouth and started assaulting his way down her neck with his lips kissing and nipping, leaving fire and small love bites in his wake that she would have to cover up.

He slid his way down her body kissing and nipping as he went. Sliding his hands down her body, he purred against her chest, "I love this uniform. The top is so form fitting and it makes your tits look amazing." She quivered at his words, "and this skirt, it's so short that every time you drop something and bend over I can see how wet you are for me through your panties." He slid said panties down her legs and she squeaked as he then lifted her up and placed her on the edge of desk. Her legs spread out for him like his own personal feast. He stood to his full height and stared at her laid out for him. "My, my Miss Granger, you're already so wet for me." He dropped to his knees in front of her and ran his tongue up her waiting slit. "You taste delicious." Hermione was aware her breathing was so shallow, and she figured the moan that escaped her lips made something in him snap. He attacked her clit with his mouth licking, sucking, and biting at it. He slipped one finger into her and her muscles clamped down on his finger hungrily. "Fuckkk, you're so tight. Delicious and tight. Fuck!" "Oh god Professor Malfoy!" Hermione whined, moans and screams emanating from her mouth between pants of breath. He slipped a second finger in and started scissoring them, stretching her. She could feel the pressure in her body building, needing release. "Come for me, Hermione," he purred into her heat. Hearing her given name on her lips was enough to send her spiraling over the edge. "Yes, Fuck Yes, Draco YES!" She felt herself clamp down on his fingers as she came. She could hear him saying "Good Girl" as she felt herself come down from her high.

She woke with a jolt. The pool of wetness at the apex of her thighs was very noticeable. That dream had been one of the most intense she had ever had. Hearing her name on his lips and the good girl comment was new. Her skin tingled and goose bumps were on her skin just remembering that. She wanted to be a good girl for him. She had it bad. That and she needed to get laid. Preferably by a blonde Professor with strong arms, luscious lips, and a purring drawl that could make any word as smooth as melted butter. Fuck she needed to get laid!

Draco

Draco woke with a hangover from hell. How much had he drunk last night? Images of empty liquor bottles and pitchers of that lethal drink Theo makes were dancing just above his subconscious. Everything else was blurry to him. He looked down to realize he was still fully dressed sans his shoes and realized he must have literally passed out as soon as he made his way to the bedroom. He wondered where the guys were knowing they would have stayed over due to the amount of alcohol consumed. He grabbed for his phone to see what time is was when he noticed the message on his screen…

HG: Well, maybe I will model it for you sometime then! It might not be suitable for the classroom though! Maybe in your office. ;)

What the Fuck?! What was she offering to model for him and why wasn't it safe for work?! He quickly opened his phone to read the other two messages between the two of them. OH FUCK! The memories of last night came flooding back into his mind. Blaise taking his phone and finding her Instagram, the picture, that dress and those heels, FUCK those heels. Harry telling them about her little girl groups nights out at that club. He also remembered Theo and Harry taking his phone when he was distracted and liking her photo prompting the messages that lead to this. He must have been so drunk that he answered her like that. God he had flirted with her! He was so fucked! Now he would have to face her on Monday after that and act like nothing happened because at work her was like her boss. He was going to kill those fuckers as soon as he got his hands on them!

But then the thought of her in that dress came back into his mind and he read her messages again. She was flirting back with him! She had actually initiated the conversation. He laid back down for a moment and imagined her in that dress in his bedroom and he wondered if she would let him take it off her body. He imagined using said dress to tie her arms above her head. He wondered if she would let him tie her up, he had always wanted to watch a woman squirm under his touch without being able to do anything about it. That was the ultimate amount of trust. He wondered what she wore underneath a dress that tight, if she wore anything at all. Shit. Before he got into his fantasy, he walked over to make sure his bedroom door was locked incase the idiots in his house decided to barge in to try to wake him. Clicking the lock into place, he slid his pants and boxers down and laid back down on his bed. His cock was straining it was so hard. He started his fantasy in his mind again as he worked his cock.

He imagined she was bent across the desk in his private office, hands tied to his office chair in nothing but those fucking hot pink heels, panting and begging him to make her come apart for him. "You like being tied up Miss Granger," he could imagine himself saying to her. She moaned and before she could reply he was smacked her left ass cheek and watched it turned a delicious shade of red. He then imagined walking around, so he was standing in front of her face. Fantasy Hermione was looking up at him with wide eyes and that smirk he knew she used when she was trying to be a smartass with him. He imagined sticking his cock in her smart mouth and watching it disappear down her throat as he came in his hand.

He cleaned himself up and went to take a shower. When he finished, he got dressed in some sweats and a t-shirt and walked to his kitchen in search of coffee and food. About halfway down the hall he could smell pancakes, bacon, and French roast coffee and realized his company hadn't left. It was when he noticed the happy blonde dancing around his kitchen, he was glad he had decided to throw a shirt on. "Hey Daph, what are you doing in my kitchen?" He laughed as the blonde jumped out of skin and turned around to face him, catching her breath. "Hey Drake," She smiled at him, "I called about an hour ago to check on Theo since he didn't make it home last night. He said the guys were way too drunk to drive home. So, I grabbed his extra key for here and came over. Figured you all would want coffee and food." She flipped another pancake in the pan as she spoke. "Theo is in the guest shower, Blaise and Harry were still passed out on the couches Last time I checked. Coffee's ready if you want a cup." Draco smiled at the pretty blonde who at one time he thought would be his sister-in-law. "Thanks, Daph! I don't know what we would do without you coming to take care of us poor defenseless men." They both laughed as she smacked him lightly on the arm.

Daphne turned back to the pancakes as Draco sat at his kitchen counter with a cup of coffee. "So, Drake, Theo was telling me when I got here about a girl that's got you all worked up. You wanna talk about voluntarily, or am I going to have to pester you for information?" Draco rolled his eyes at one of his oldest female friends. "Did he now? There's really not much to talk about, Daph. My student teacher is hot and there was-" "WAIT! Did you just say student teacher?" Daphne placed the pan to the side and for her part actually looked shocked at this omission. "Yes, my student teacher. Long story teacher, you remember when I was student teaching the student I thought was hot?" Daphne nodded following closely, "Well, she is now my student teacher. I know, I know, she's off limits for that reason, not to mention, he father is one of the other professors in my department and his classroom is right across the hall from mine and he and I have become good work friends. He was one of the people who put in the word for me to get my job when Snape retired! Well, last night I was telling the assholes about it and your wonderful fiancé stole my phone and liked a picture she posted last night at a club in a hot as fuck pink dress. She thought it was me, and she texted me and we were text flirting." Daphne's mouth was on the floor at all this.

"Hold up! It wasn't just me! Potter and Zabini were involved in the phone stealing too! Blaise actually started it!" Theo strolled into the kitchen shirtless, wearing his jeans from last night and trying to dry his hair with a towel. "Theodore Asher Nott! How dare you do that to Draco!" Theo winked at his fiancé as he smacked Harry and Blaise on their heads with his towel. "Hey, sleeping beauties wake the fuck up! Ya'll are gonna get yelled at to!" Both men groaned clutching their heads. "Ughhhh, do I have to, it's too early to get yelled at." Harry rolled over and fell off the couch onto the floor. The others snickered. "Its almost noon, you asshole! Get up." Theo threw his towel at him. "Fine. Sleep killers. Blaise! Get the fuck up!" Harry smacked Blaise with the towel. Blaise sleepily threw his fist into Harry's leg in retaliation. "Fucker!" The other two men made their way to the kitchen and took the plates Daphne offered. "Ah the lovely Miss Greengrass, when did you get here?" Harry smiled as he took the plate. "Have you finally decided to ditch the wanna be lawyer and run away with me to Italy," Blaise winked at her and she giggled. Theo shot Blaise a glare and then smirked, "I thought you said all women our age just wanna get married and have babies?" Blaise blushed and smiled a thousand mega-watt smile at a smirking Daphne. "I would give you a ring today if you would run away with me baby." Theo threw a piece of bacon at Blaise, "okay, okay, get your own fiancé! This one is mine!" Daphne giggled as he leaned over and kissed her cheek.

The group settled into their breakfast until Harry finally spoke up. "So, did you talk to your hot student teacher anymore last night. We all figured you were about to leave and drive to her apartment to try to get into that dress?" Draco glared at him, "HA HA, very funny dickhead. No, I passed out like y'all did. Plus, I don't even know where she lives." Harry smiled like that cat who got the cream. "That can be corrected. She lives with Pansy and Ginny in an apartment over on Diagon. Why do you think they go to that particular bar so often? It's like a 5-minute walk for them." Draco stopped eating. "How do you know that?" "I've been there. Ron and I had to take Ginny and Pansy food one night a while ago. She and Pansy had gotten drunk while waiting on Hermione to get home from a date and forgot to eat. You remember Viktor Krum right? Apparently Hermione does." Everyone at the table was dying of laughter except Draco who literally growled. "Get out of my house! That's not funny!"

"Ohh Krum, he's hot! I heard he's coaching at Durmstrang now." Daphne's eyes sparkled and Theo stopped laughing immediately and grabbed her left hand. "Ummm excuse me, fiancé in the room! I agree with Malfoy, Potter get out!" "Oh baby," Daphne cooed at her fiancé, "you're hot too. Plus, he's not very good if you know what I mean." Theo was pale as a ghost, "You've slept with Krum?! When did that happen?" Daphne choked on her coffee. "GOD NO! Tracy Davis did. About a year ago. Girls talk you know! She said he was a nice ride, but he definitely NOT the ride you want for the rest of your life. He also refused to go down on her. He wasn't much into foreplay if it wasn't getting his dick sucked. She thinks he was just bad at it!" Well, well, well. "HAHAHAHAA, Krum is shit at eating pussy! Best news I've ever gotten," Blaise was cheering with his hands in the air. "oh my god eww Blaise! Do you have to be so crass! I'm still at the table!" Daphne was grossed out by the use of that word. "Well sweetheart, you did bring it up." Draco smiled at Daphne as he resumed eating.


A/N – Hello Darlings! First lemons of the story! Also, this was my first time writing any kind of actual smut scenes. Please let me know what you all think about it! In the next chapter we will see the fallout of the weekend's festivities! Muhahaha! Thank you to all of you all who view, follow, or love this story! Please Review and let me know what you think! Finally, as always much love to my beta bestie belledanielle for checking for my mistakes and laughing while I attempt to write smutty scenes! Hahahahahahaha!