Severus stormed down the corridor in a rage. The few students who were wandering around at this time of night flung themselves against the wall in order to avoid him.
How dare Potter speak to him like that? He'd met the insufferable boy on his way to meet that inbred half giant and reprimanded him for leaving the castle after hours. Potter had tried to give him some half arsed excuse and Severus had replied with a remark about how Potter was displaying the same deviant tendencies as his father.
It was at this point that the boy had tried to hex him, spewing a torrent of insults the likes of which Severus had never heard before.
After disarming the boy and deducting a great deal of points from Gryffindor, Severus had stormed off in an incredibly foul mood. To make things worse, he was on his way to see Draco, and he in no way wished his favourite student to see him like this.
Taking several deeps breaths, Severus struggled to regain his self-control, shocked at how hard he was finding it to dispel his anger. He pushed open the door of the classroom to find Draco waiting for him at his desk. The blonde boy stood as Severus approached, trying to maintain his façade of serenity. At the sight of the longing in his student's beautiful blue eyes, Severus lost all control.
He crossed the room in two strides and pushed Draco against the desk, kissing him roughly and pulling at his clothes. Startled by this sudden display of aggression, Draco clung to him, struggling to stay upright. His mouth opened enough to allow entrance to Severus's tongue and after the surprise and confusion wore off, he started to kiss him back, pushing against Severus's tongue with his own, battling him for dominance.
Severus pulled away, tearing Draco's robes and turning him around so that he was bent face down over the desk. Without warning or preparation, he thrust himself deep inside the boy, holding him tightly to stop him from struggling.
Draco cried out in pain, unused to being penetrated in this way. As Severus slid in and out the pain increased, becoming almost unbearable. The professor's mouth was close to his ear and Draco could hear him breathing heavily, grunting every time he slid all the way inside.
Severus was close to breaking point. He buried his face in Draco's neck, biting down hard enough to draw blood from the pure white skin. Draco whimpered in pain, hands scrabbling across the desk for something to grip. When he couldn't find anything he settled for clenching his fists tightly, leaving marks where the fingernails dug into the skin.
The pain he had initially felt was fading away, turning into something more pleasurable. He began to moan softly as each thrust sent waves of pleasure tingling up his spine and the teeth sinking into his neck turned into soft, wet kisses. Severus murmured his name again and again, hands running up and down Draco's chest, doubling the boy's pleasure as his moans escalated in volume.
Both of them came in unison, Draco spurting all over the desk as he arched his back, pressing himself against the man who spilled his seed inside of him. Severus kept his grip on the boy, holding him close until his breathing slowed to a normal rate.
Draco felt the strong arms release him and the cold air on his back as Severus moved away. He waited until he heard the door open and close before he turned around and started to dress as best he could in torn robes.
Curtains pulled tightly around his bed, Draco lay awake that night in a cold sweat, replaying the night's events over and over in his mind. He'd fantasised about his professor before, countless times, but never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that his fantasies would become reality.
Languidly stroking himself with one hand, he remembered how it felt to have Severus inside of him. As he brought himself to climax, he wondered how their relationship would change after what they had done.
Under his bed were countless sketches of the object of his desire. Sometimes, when he couldn't sleep, he would hide under his covers, looking at each one by the light of his wand. Severus's face was so handsome, so perfect. All Draco wanted was to brush his lips against that cheek, run his finger along that crooked nose and lose himself in those piercing eyes.
With a gasp, he brought himself to orgasm, covering his sheets with sticky fluid. After cleaning them off with a flick of his wand, he pulled the covers over himself and drifted off into a sleep full of intense dreams.
Lying fully clothed on his bed, Severus berated himself for what he had done. After so many years of restraining himself around the boy, he had forced himself upon him.
There was no way he could stay on as Draco's teacher after this. If Draco told anyone what had happened (and he had every right to do so), Severus would lose his job. Hell, he might even be sent to Azkaban.
His only option was to resign. He hated the thought of never seeing Draco again, but it was better than the shame of having to look him in the eyes, knowing that he had … he had raped him. He feared seeing hatred in those ocean blue eyes more than he feared the miserable confines of Azkaban.
Reaching for a small wooden chest at the foot of his bed, Severus lifted the lid and took out a dusty bottle. Bringing it up to his lips and fighting the impulse to gag at the bitter liquid that filled his mouth, he cursed himself for falling in love with Draco Malfoy.
A/N: I should probably warn you that there's more sex in the next chapter. But if you don't like it, why have you read this far?