A bit more humorous than I was anticipating, but I hope y'all enjoy it! Please let me know what you think. I was a bit apprehensive about posting the second chapter because it involves Draco's fetish. Not for everyone. I wanted it a bit more sexy, but I didn't want to push the strict guidelines haha.
Any errors will be corrected ASAP. Y'all know me. I know it may not be the best sex scene, but I do appreciate it if y'all tell me how I did. Any criticism will be taken into account because I want to deepen my ability to deliver a good sex scene. Some things are not everyone's specialty, however. As a personal challenge, I want to be able to write good smut. Don't judge :) I've read some very good smut in the past and I hope that I can aspire to write good smut like that! That is all!
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x-X-x
Arose from the sodden color of red
Sedating the appetite that's fed
All the nights of wishful pleasure
With promises of a future together
x-X-x
Hogwarts was lively with news and approbation. Slytherin had just won the first game of the new season, and the entire school was anxious with anticipation. Not only did the victory mark the beginning of what would surely be an exciting and equally fulfilling season, but it laid the foundation of what could possibly be the most rewarding accomplishment for the Slytherin's, as well as the most dangerous one the students of Hogwarts have seen in a very long time. The Slytherin's were presumably ruthless and tactical; they wouldn't have delivered half as well if it wasn't for their Captain. All thanks to him and his unwillingness to give up and fall, the Slytherin's were sure to win the House Cup. A remarkable victory that their Team Captain can finally have the pleasure of saying he could see them winning, especially after the performance during their first game against the Gryffindor's.
"Alright, boys," he addressed his team with a rare, genuine smile. "First things first, I would like to thank each and every one of you for your performance. You've all exceeded my expectations and went beyond what I asked of you. I can't thank you enough. Secondly, so we do not have a repeat of last time, I've taken the liberty of brewing anti-hangover potions. Before you leave, take a few because I swear on Salazar's left tit that if you show up with hangovers again I will cut you from the team and give you a month's detention with Snape. And, you know he could use the help, especially cleaning the first years' cauldrons. I know you are anxious to get back to the common room to join in on the celebrations, but we do have practice tomorrow."
A chorus of groans erupted. They knew that if it weren't for a certain young woman, he wouldn't even bother thanking them and expressing his appreciation. The fact that they had practice the following day almost killed the first victory of the season.
"C'mon, man!" one of his Beaters shouted. "We just won the first game. Can't we take a day or two to recuperate?"
"You can recuperate when we've won the House Cup." Draco offered with a frown. He would very much like to leave the locker room and join his girlfriend than address his team, anyway. But, a good performance deserved to be acknowledged. "Besides," he grinned, "I'd like a repeat of the foul little sneer Potter gave me when Collins captured the Snitch. It was priceless, to say the least."
Soft snickers filled the cramped locker room until a sneer alerted the team's attention.
"Oh, yes," Harry began, crossing into the sanctuary of the Slytherin locker room and looking around in mild disgust. "You would love a repeat of my sneer as much as I would love to wipe your arse across the playing field.
"What the fuck are you doing here, Potter?" Draco narrowed his eyes on the smaller man. "Shouldn't you sulking in the Gryffindor Common Room and questioning every bloody mistake you've made in your life?"
Harry laughed. "As much as I would like to sit and contemplate my entire life, I have to get back to my friends. At least we have the privilege of knowing we can win the House Cup with our strengths and abilities than relying on some little Seeker to catch the Snitch for us."
"What," Draco began, his anger rising with each step he took towards him," the hell did you just say?"
"Too dumb to figure it out?" Harry mocked, laughing. "I'll spell it out for you, then. You're weak. The only reason you won was because of your Seeker, and he didn't even catch the damn Snitch. He fell, tumbled several feet on the grass, choked on the damn thing, and spat it out. Hardly a victory when you didn't earn it with your bare hands."
Draco was an inch away from throwing every precious word of Hermione's and pounding Potter's head into the ground. How dare he ridicule him like that! How dare he mock and taunt him! His team worked their arses off to get to the level that they were at. Granted, his team had made it difficult for him, but they managed to pull through and break past that barrier.
Harry stepped in front of him, glowering at the taller man for a moment before shrinking back. One look of the rage that glittered in his silver eyes was enough to realize that maybe he had taken it too far. But, of course, rivalry as the one they shared overtook him and he pushed Draco a bit too far.
"You know, mate. It makes me question not only your performance as a Captain and a man as well." Harry grinned with amusement, stepping closer to the fuming Captain. "How is your performance? Do you have to take something to get it up for her?" Harry was hardly the one to judge who his friend went out with, let alone slept with. He honestly didn't give a shite, but something about deriding him as a man was exhilarating. What he didn't account for was just how disastrous it would be. Before he had time to react, something hard struck him across the face.
Draco was merciless with his delivery of pounding his opponent's head into the ground. Most of his team hollered and hooted him in praise, while others tried desperately to separate their Captain from the other boy. Blood splattered across the dirt floor, mingling together as the two of them continued to punch and kick each other. Draco received a nasty blow to his eye and right arm whereas Harry received a hard punch to his jaw. It wasn't until the shocked voice of their Transfiguration Professor alerted their attention and temporarily halted their efforts to injury and main each other.
"What is going on?!" She hissed. "Who started this?"
Draco snarled at Harry, "That fucker-"
"Malfoy," she gave him only one warning.
He growled. "Fine. Potter started it. He's the one who threw the bloody tantrum about the game."
"This isn't about the game."
"Will you just shut up and accept defeat, Potter?"
Harry glowered at him before grinning. "I'll admit defeat after you admit you're unsuited-"He didn't have time to finish the rest of his statement. Draco had delivered another crushing blow to his face, causing him to fall to the ground in a puddle of dirt and blood. The whole thing was magnificent; more shouts of praise sounded around him, but the only thing he could think about was the fact the little fucker had not only derided him, but accused him of not being a suitable lover to his girlfriend. He didn't care if Potter was one of her closest friends and that he would surely get an earful from her later. Potter had insulted him. He would pay.
Professor McGonagall was completely beyond herself. In retribution for their unsavory act of violence towards each other, they both received a week's worth of detention and were temporarily laid off from their Captain duties. Along with the punishment of not being able to train with their teams, they were spend the allotted training time together studying in the library under her watchful eye.
"I've never been so ashamed of my own house in all my life, Potter." McGonagall apprehended him for his disgusting play. "And, Mr. Malfoy. I expected more from you, as well. I'm sure Severus will no doubt corner you tomorrow during his lesson. How dare you-"
This went on for several minutes until a timid voice punctuated the already stressed atmosphere of the Slytherin locker room.
"What do you mean I can't go in there?" the small, female voice asked. "I know he's in there."
"Trust me, Hermione. You do not want to go in there." Blaise had the fortune of telling her.
"Come on. I've been waiting for an hour. How much longer can his silly speech take? Someone has told him they won their first game, right? Tell him to let you guys have tomorrow off."
This interaction between the two went on for another minute or so until Blaise was able to calm her down and distract her.
Draco groaned, not wanting to be caught is such a compromising position. She would no doubt deliver the same bone-chilling speech about ethics and the moral injustice of how disgracefully wrong of him he was to assault Potter. He always seemed to get approval and support even at the worst of times. He growled. How dare him! Friend of hers or not, he will not take that away from him!
He watched McGonagall grab Potter by the scruff of his neck and exit the locker room. One thing was certain, though. As much as she liked to delude herself into believing that Snape would voice the same animosity towards his actions, she was unfortunately wrong. Snape always made a point to tell him that he approved of whatever hits he was able to get. Draco was his favorite student after all.
Before he could properly process the entire event, a small body collided into his, slender arms wrapping around his waist as a sigh of relief escaped her precious lips. He immediately snaked his uninjured arm around his witch, sending a troubled glance towards the curtain of the locker room before his attention was brought to the girl in his arms.
"Congratulations!" she pecked him on the lips timidly before hugging him once more.
Despite the small brawl with Potter, his celebratory mood had not diminished in the slightest. In fact, he felt a bit frisky. The fact that she hadn't noticed the shiner that was slowly blossoming around his left eye and the awkward position of his arm was an astounding feat to say the least. Quickly, he casted a glamour charm, deciding then it wouldn't be the best time to tell her about what just transpired. He would have to thank Blaise later for distracting her long enough for Potter and McGonagall to make their escape.
One thing was certain. Potter was going to pay.
Hermione couldn't help notice her boyfriend's foul mood as they made their way down the crowded hallway. He absentmindedly kept bumping into her with her shoulder, casting evil glares to anyone who met his eye. She looked at him solemnly. He was definitely allowing what had transpired last week get to him, even though he was rightfully half to blame for getting himself into the mess in the first place. The most reasonable thing he should have done was ignore Harry's taunts, but Harry had taken the initiative and continued to egg him on. He obviously did not think of the consequences because he had eventually pushed him too far and received a harsh blow to his left eye. He still sported the purple remnants of the deadly strike of Draco's punch, as he did with the punch Harry delivered to him as well.
She had been very upset to discover that Draco had gotten in a fight and didn't tell her about it. She had to find out from the school and going to McGonagall at the end of class the previous day to be informed of what her boyfriend had done. Of course, it wasn't entirely Draco's fault. To her great surprise, Snape had overturned his punishment, according to her Transfiguration Professor. However, that didn't sit quite well with her. Even if he wasn't the one to strike the first punch, he still engaged in inappropriate behavior. Never left without a solution, she knew just the way to get him back for being so reckless. Punishments had to be awarded.
"You know," she began cautiously; even she had trouble meeting his eye," you shouldn't let it get to you."
"That fucker is going to get it the next time I see him."
"Oh, so you plan on repaying him in Potions?"
"Is that where heading to? Merlin, Hermione. I thought we had Charms next."
Hermione laughed softly. Leave it to Draco to forget the days of the week when he was in a terrible mood.
"Come on," she linked their arms together. Her fingers instantly intertwined with his and a smile formed on both their faces.
Draco bent down and kissed her softly on the lips. "You're amazing. Just one little thing can appease me."
She giggled. "As much as I appreciate your flattery, we really must be going."
"Who the hell cares if we're a few minutes late?"
"I do." Hermione tried to make him walk faster but was unsuccessful. He was incredibly strong and set on making them both late to Potions. "Seriously, Draco. We need to hurry. We only have five more minutes and we're nowhere near the Grand Staircase."
"I say we skip."
"You-what?"
"Let's skip." He grinned mischievously. "Better to let out all my frustrations out on you than Potter, anyway."
"Why is that?" She asked reluctantly. Something told her that she wouldn't like the answer, either.
"Because there is no way in fucking Hell and Jupiter that I'd ever shag him as senselessly as I do you." He bellowed softly just as a group of fourth year Ravanclaws passed them. He perked up instantly. "What the fuck are you looking at? Get to class, now!"
Hermione frowned at her boyfriend's unpredictable mood. "You know, you could have told them nicely, Draco."
"I'm not one for kindness, Hermione. Even you know that."
"You're nice to me, though."
"You're considerably different from the rest, Kitten. I don't go around giving out my compassion like candy. To be honest, it's not something I can easily give out. But, for you I'd do anything." Draco dipped down and captured her lips in another sweet kiss.
Hermione melted in his embrace.
"Come on let's go before we both get into trouble."
The most envied couple of Hogwarts arrived to their next class just in time to get their favorite seat in the back of the classroom. With a playful smirk, Hermione grabbed her wizard's hand and escorted her down the aisle before he could narrow his gaze on the black-haired male that was currently nose deep in his textbook. It didn't come as a surprise to her that Harry was scared; all week he had taken the initiative to avoid the furious Slytherin. He even went as far as not showing up for meals and taking them in the Gryffindor common room. If it hadn't been for the two classes they shared, Hermione wouldn't have been able to get the full story. Of course they both were to blame, but she learned that her boyfriend hadn't been the one to initiate the first punch. It had been Harry all along and confirming the story Draco had reluctantly told her. What she couldn't understand was why Harry couldn't find both his balls and apologize to Draco. Even if it meant him spending an evening with the stern Professor, at least he would be able to mend whatever little connection they had.
Hermione smiled warily at her boyfriend before turning back to her textbook. Professor Snape had assigned three rolls of parchment worth of notes at the beginning of class that was due next class and she hadn't made the slightly dent in the impossibly long assignment. It was like he wanted them to be so overworked and stressed that they ignited in a ball of fire and cease to exist. Well, at least she'd know that there were no errors in her notes and that they were precisely detailed.
Draco continued twirl his quill irritably around his slender fingers, sending daggers to the black-haired boy that sat in the front row of Potions. A very clever move on his part; there was no way he'd be able to get away with repaying him for detention if the bastard wasn't so close to Snape. Their Potion's master did play the game of favorites; today it so happened that Draco was not among the intricate web of student that somehow inexplicably won his favor. He had somehow made the Potion's Master mad as well during his short-lived brawl with the black-haired fucker. It most certainly wasn't his fault that Potter had thrown the blow first, earning Draco detention for a perfectly timed strike of appreciation. He growled low and deep. Potter was going to get it as soon as he was out of the safety net of their Professor.
"Draco," a sweet voice sounded beside him and he instantly turned to find his girlfriend staring condemningly at him. He knew that condescending look- not that he was in the mood for her twenty-minute rant of tampering into his boundless anger. Draco had gotten enough earlier on the week when he expressed exactly how he would get his retribution. He just didn't want her standing up for some lowly punk when he was the one who received the deadlier punch. Potter may have won the battle, but Draco was determined to win the war. It was just a matter of time.
He placed his hand on her knee and squeezed it lightly, indicating to her that he just wasn't in the mood to talk or do anything else for that matter.
Hermione smiled at him. "You seriously need to relax."
"I'll relax when Potter has a permanent bed in the hospital wing."
"Please, for me?"
Draco perked up at her pleading, sexy tone. He looked at her and narrowed his eyes. "And, what the hell do I get if I do relax?"
Hermione leaned in and whispered something completely scandalous in his ear.
"Merlin, woman. Would you really do that for me?"
She nodded shyly, biting down on her bottom lip. It wasn't like she never provided that sort of service to him; she had done it on countless occasions, but tonight was going to be all about him and his needs. Draco was an amazing lover. He always put her needs above his own, bringing her to multiple climaxes before reaching his own. Tonight, she would return the long-awaited and earned favor.
"Shite." He hissed. "I can't. Detention tonight." Draco groaned, darting espionage of daggers towards the black-haired bastard sitting hunched over several rows in front of them. The red-haired fool dared a glance behind him, instantly regretting it the moment he laid eyes on Draco. He snarled, before averting his gaze. He just wasn't in the mood.
He heard her giggle. "Oh, well, I guess I'll have to do it some other time."
"Like hell you will." He growled, moving his hand up her thigh. "I don't care if I have to wake you from slumber, we're shagging tonight."
"How romantic." Hermione laughed, slapping his hand away. "All girls just love being romanced like that."
"You didn't complain last time I woke you up to shag." Draco whispered, his voice deep and husky. His hand moved slowly up her thigh, spreading her thighs apart in the process.
She obliged a little too willingly, panting softly as he caressed her inner thighs.
"Stop." Hermione pushed his hand away. Draco gave her a demanding look. "Even if I wanted to be woken up in the middle of the night, I can't. I have patrol and Charms notes to go over, which I suggest you do as well. Our mid-term is coming up soon."
"Not for another three months, Kitten."
"It'll be here before you know it, Draco." She said dismissively.
He stared at her. "You're… acting very strange. Are you feeling well?"
"I'm feeling perfectly fine." Hermione tried to keep the nervousness for later that evening in check. She couldn't falter under his gaze. Not now.
Just before Draco was about to say something, the bell sounded, signaling the end of a long morning of classes.
"I'll see you later."
Draco sat still, watching his girlfriend excuse herself from their shared table. Sure, her abrupt exit wasn't out of the ordinary, but what made it more alarming is that she didn't kiss him goodbye or wished him well. They didn't have afternoon classes on Fridays, and the transmute to each other classes were just too much of a journey. They usually ate lunch together and he'd walk her to her class, barely making it to his. Today, it seemed, he wouldn't get that chance.
Two weeks had passed since that promising day when he fulfilled his girlfriend's fantasy of wearing his jersey. He had to admit, he had been very wary about indulging in something so scandalous. They had done other things during their long engagement of being a couple; from exploring each other's bodies, using toys, painting each other in chocolate and cream and then devouring each other like it were their last meal before death- they had done considerably more than any couple their age would dare do. But, then again, they weren't them. And, no one didn't have to know about their amazing sex life. Not that Draco would ever bloat about it because it would no doubt give the disgusting boys that eyed her the same way he did traitorous ideas. He was the only male that was allowed to see her naked, spread out and open. Only his eyes could dissolve her perfectly practice façade. He certainly was the only one who could touch her. He had been the one to deflower her, and he would be damned if anyone else found pleasure in touching what he's already explored and conquered.
It wasn't their nasty stares that had him railed up; it was the fact that he had to spend an entire night because Potter decided to get cocky. He tried desperately to get out of it and tell the absolute truth to Professor McGonagall it had been Potter that started the fight during the eve of his sentence. She did not budge. Crestfallen, he accepted his fate.
He was still mad that he had to spend the night doing whatever the fuck Snape had whipped up, but at least it was a Friday night and he had the entire weekend to enjoy with his girlfriend and plan his revenge. Repercussions, or not. He would get it.
After coming back to the pitch that delicious evening, he whipped out the belt and demanded that if they didn't shape up that he would punish them with rigorous training, endless hours of torment until it was drilled into their delirious and alcohol-induced mind. They had gotten the message, having delivered beautifully and much to his satisfaction. He had been rewarded a night of wild, sweet sex by Hermione. After working so hard to whip his team into shape and he was rewarded with a night of cleaning rusty cauldrons, assisting the Potion's Master with whatever the fuck he was in the process of concocting in his closet. The man seriously needed to find a lady friend because spending all his nights cooped up in his closet wasn't a way to live. Draco could teach his Godfather a thing or two about ladies if the older man wasn't so uninterested.
Draco was the last to exit the classroom, heading towards the grand staircase and away from the commotion of the Great Hall. He wanted to be alone and he didn't feel much like eating, especially after the reception he received from Hermione. He wished he knew what was bothering her. He had tried on several occasions to get her to talk, but she wouldn't, or she would completely dismiss him.
As he climbed the stairs, he prayed that she wasn't going to do what he was thinking she would.
Hermione was lying on her stomach when the door to her bedroom creeped open. Not bothered by the intrusion and shift in her bed, she continued to go over her Charms notes. She had a big test coming up and she was determined to get as much studying in as she could, even if that meant ignoring her persistent boyfriend in the process.
"Stop," she murmured as a large hand crept up her thigh.
Ignoring her plea, Draco continued to touch and explore her. Dipping his head in between the exposed region of her back, he kissed her spine softly. "Beg me."
She desperately tried to hold in a moan, pushing it to the deepest part of her chest. Hermione managed to shake him off, focusing all her attention on her notes.
Draco snarled as he snuggled more closely to Hermione who hadn't paid him the least bit of attention since arriving back at the Head's dormitory. Gods, he loved her. He loved everything about her, but that didn't assuage the fact that she was paying more attention to her damn Advanced Charms textbook than him.
Without warning, he reached for the book and tossed it off the side of his bed, moving quickly so she was completely trapped underneath his half clothed body. Her hands skimmed his pectorals, the curve of his shoulders, and finally his biceps. A sweet smile spread across her lips and before she knew it his lips descended upon hers. Both his hands caressed her exposed thighs as his plump lips moved passionately against hers. Daringly, Hermione captured his lower lip, pulling it slightly with her teeth and sucking it into her mouth. Draco hissed, moving his hands underneath her shorts and pinching her arse cheeks painfully to get her to stop. She gasped, allowing him to plunder her sweet mouth with his tongue. Draco explored her mouth, drawing small circles on the roof before moving to the side of her lips, her cheek, and finally her neck. There, he latched his teeth onto the delicate skin of her neck where he planted immeasurable love bites that always raised suspicion the next day. Draco groaned into her skin, moving his hands underneath her shirt so he could touch her skin without the barrier of fabric.
"Are you sure you don't want to?" he asked again.
She smiled at him. "Not tonight."
It was like a thousand tiny daggers stabbing him in the heart. Hermione had been very dodgy the last two weeks and he was beginning to think that there may be something more sinister at work. His biggest fear was that he had done something wrong, or that she believed one of the rumors going around that somehow escaped her attention. Draco would never commit such a crime because he valued Hermione than life itself. He loved her with all his heart, cherished her with all his being. The fact she was becoming more distant was killing him.
Draco pressed his lips against hers, pouring every bit of his emotions and love into the kiss. She brought her hands up to his face, pressing her more firmly against his. Just when he thought she would finally give in, she moved away, smiling up at him sadly.
"You should go." She whispered sadly.
His heart fluttered painfully in his chest. "I love you." The words were strained and harshly said.
Hermione smiled at him but she did not recuperate the words he wanted to hear. Instead, she hopped off her bed and presented him with a letter that she had been given by their professor, instructing Draco to meet him in his classroom and that he would not be present until later that evening. He took the letter silently before pushing her back onto her bed and embracing her for the remaining time he had left. They cuddled underneath the warm covers of Draco's bed for nearly an hour until the tower bell chimed and he realized he truly had to go. With reluctance and encouragement from Hermione, Draco left the Head's Common Room at precisely eight-thirty, giving him more than enough to get to Snape's office and observe the actions that lead to the dreaded night. He
After short, unpleasant walk Draco managed to arrive to Snape's classroom just in time.
Sighing, he pushed the door open and stepped into the dark room.
A strange sensation began to spread over him, calling to him to his most basic instints. He felt hot, incredibly hot as he delved deeper into the smoldering heated room. The deeper he journeyed into the room, the hotter the atmosphere became. He almost became tempted to relief himself of his robes and shirt when a sweet voice called out from behind him.
"You're late." A female voice said.
Draco turned, pressing through the thick fog that seemed to excel natural inside the large classroom of his Potion's Master. He moved forward, inching his way closer to the front of the classroom where he knew Snape desk was situated. He could make out a faint outline of a petite woman, but no other features of the enchanting creature, despite how strangely familiar her voice sounded.
"Naughty students like you deserve to be punished."
Soft lips pressed demandingly against his own. He tried to fit back, but found the unknown pixie too tempting and alluring. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her small waist, feeling the way her clothing clung to her body. Sticky with perspiration, a sweet perfume of her pheromones wafted through the room, capturing him in a web of lust and agony. Gods, she felt so incredible pressed him against him. He could feel his cock grow with excitement with each pull of their lips, explorations of her tiny hands, and grab of her clothing. Draco moaned, skimming the contours of her milky thighs.
He broke away first. "What kind of punishment do you have in mind, Professor Granger?"
"Oh, I can't disclose that quite yet." He could feel her grin as she pressed her lips against his throat. "You'll just have to wait and see, Mr. Malfoy."
He chuckled. "Just as long as you treat me nicely."
"I will." She whispered in his ear, sending icy fingers to run down his spine. "Don't worry."
Draco ran his hands up and down her sides, moaning as he felt the scandalous article of clothing. "Merlin, what the fuck are you wearing?"
"Language, Mr. Malfoy!" She moaned, placing her hands on his shoulders, pressing her body against his. "I will not stand for cursing."
"Is that so?"
Her nails dug into his shoulders as he began kissing her neck, his fingers squeezing her fleshy arse cheeks. The woman let out a loud moan, her lips inches away from his own. Draco continued his exploration, teasing the exposed flesh just below her short black skirt. The fog was beginning to disperse, retrieving back to whatever dimension it originated from, discharged of its menacing duty for the remainder of the evening. Like the slow rise of the sun, the room was filled with light, finally giving him a clear and uncorrupted picture of his lover. Draco pushed away from her, taking in the beautiful woman that stood before him.
His professor had chosen a wisely constructed outfit, with high knee stockings, a tight, arse contouring skirt, a constricting white blouse that pushed her lovely breasts up against the thin fabric. Underneath, he could just make out a hint of emerald green taunting and teasing him. A low growl escaped his lips. As a true Slytherin, he fully appreciated his house color and all its glory. It was a lovely contrasting shade against her light beige skin. She glowed like the heavenly goddess that she was, but he knew she was all but free from sin. She had a more sinister side to her that she let on, one he was hoping she'll let him see.
"Has anyone told you that you're beautiful, Professor?"
She blushed, tugging her long, curly brown hair behind her hair. Dark brown eyes met mercury and she plummeted into their unfathomable depth.
"Flattery won't get you anywhere, Malfoy." Her voice was uncharacteristically stern. What a testing little thing.
Draco chuckled. It certainly wasn't the first time he was told that. "Well, it's true. You're stunning." He moved closer to her. For a moment a flash of vulnerability and apprehensiveness came forth. He watched intently as she stepped back, rearranging her features and demeanor to fit the role. "Such a beautiful woman." He took one long step forward, capturing her in his arms. His professor's behind hit the desk behind her. Quickly, he lifted her up, setting her comfortably on her desk. With a sly grin, he began teasing her. "I'd very much like to learn what your beautiful body could do."
"If you're willing to learn," she began, grabbing the back of his neck and bringing his head forward, "then I'll show you."
Watching carefully, he stepped back, allowing her the room she needed to hop off the desk. He took as seat in the first available table, his eyes never straying away from his sexy professor. She smiled, sauntering over to where he sat waiting patiently for her to join him. Draco reached out and grabbed her by the waist, bringing her unbearably close to him. She could feel his need pressing against her stomach, his heart beat pounding against his ribs, and his breath as it fanned across the side of her neck. Gods, she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.
She slipped her hands in front of him, toying with his green and silver tie until it was loose. She slipped it off, sending it fluttering to the ground. Her teasing touches continued to tease his skin, leaving behind flames of heat to trail behind her skilled fingers. What a wonderful teacher she was. His professor was remarkable with every sense of the word. The more skin she exposed, the more turned on he became. Draco could feel the heat of her sex pressing against his erection. He groaned, throwing his head back and her lips immediately began to kiss the length of his neck, biting and nipping as she journeyed lower and lower until she was eye leveled with his waist.
Gods, was she really going to do that?
Fuck, he wouldn't last if she did.
She looked up at him through long eyelashes. With a small smile, she began swirling her little pink tongue underneath the waist band of his trousers. Low growls and moans filled the large classroom, reverberating painfully throughout the room. His need was growing at alarming rate and if she didn't stop her damn teasing, he wouldn't make her stop.
"Quit teasing." He hissed, blissfully unaware of his mistake.
She stopped, looking up at him. Her brown eyes grew suddenly dark as her fingers stopped unbuckling his belt. "Teasing?"
Realizing what he just said, he quickly looked down to find his witch looking at him dangerously. One thing he learned since being intimate with her was to never mention the 'T' word to her or she'd demonstrate just how much of a tease she could be.
"Answer me, Draco." Hermione murmured against his lower stomach, fairly close to his engorged cock. Completely dropping the entire persona of a naughty teacher, she turned into a banshee of unrestrained lust. He groaned as she rubbed her right hand up and down his clothed erection, the workings of a long night that he would probably not regret. "Am I teasing you?"
"Yes!" he choked out.
The daring little witch moved her hand up and down his straining erection. The friction was painfully unfulfilling when he knew just how creative and daring she could get.
"Oh, fuck." Draco moan as her hand darted into his trousers again. Hermione took out his impressive member and began working him slowly, spreading his pre-cum over his pinkish-purple head, down his shaft, and to his balls. Her small tongue soon replaced those diligent fingers.
One thing was for sure as his girlfriend's lips finally made contact the head of his cock- he was going to get the relief he's been desperately wanting for the past several nights.
She licked the small slit, tasting the succulent salty essence of his manhood. She savored it, moaning as she wrapped her luscious lips around the head and gave him a hard suck. She bobbed her head up and down a few times, taking him deeper into her mouth until his entire eight-inch length was almost fully sheathed in her mouth and throat. She sucked him hard, reaching out to play with his balls. Hermione rolled them around in her right hand as she pumped him with her left while she continued to suck him. Loud moans escaped his lips. He thrusted slowly into her throat, careful not to choke or hurt her. He could be brutal sometimes and he didn't want to ruin the mood by being too rough with her. Moaning, she removed him with a loud 'pop' and planted soft kisses under his shaft, just above his sac. That little move caused Draco to lose all control.
It all happened out of nowhere- one moment she was kneeling, sucking on her boyfriend's cock, the next she'd pinned painfully against the hard surface of Snape's desk. Draco's eyes gleamed with pure, unrestrained lust.
"What the fuck was that?"
She looked at him quizzically. "I- I thought you would- I'm so sorry!" Hermione had no idea that little act would elicit such a negative reaction. It was a foreign thing for him, she supposed. Everything they had done thus far had been discussed at length to ensure that both of them were up to the task of performing it. Neither of them wanted to do something that felt weird or disgusting to another. That is one of the ways their relationship worked.
"No, Kitten." Draco taunted her huskily. "Don't apologize. Dear fucking Merlin that felt amazing. "
A dark cloud of lust swept over her brown eyes.
Draco chuckled, bending down so he was leveled with her. "Now, it's my turn, beautiful." His hands worked her to a trembling peak, hiking her skirt above her waist. His eyes narrowed to her secret treasure and the deep emerald fabric of her laced knickers. Licking his lips, he rubbed her thighs, moving closer to her center with each scandalizing treacherous strokes of his palms and fingers. His witch was grower more unhinged and anxious by the second.
His fingers brushed underneath the elastic band of her lingerie. She whimpered uncontrollably. Draco looked at her questioningly, repeating the motion, allowing his fingers to slip underneath and slither all the way to her hair less mound.
"Well, well, well." He taunted, his voice deep and saturated with broken lust. Draco teased her slit, gathering the sweet moisture of her nectar. Taking his hand out of her knickers, he pushed her legs apart, casting a silent spell under his breath. She was expelled of her blouse and skirt, leaving her in just her enthralling knickers.
Her chest rose up and down rapidly, her eyes pleading with him to touch her.
"What do you want me to do, Professor?"
"Touch me, please." His witch begged.
Draco's face remained expressionless. "Do you want to know what they do to naughty teachers like you?" Even though she gave him an answer, he continued to push her. He leaned forward and whispered. "They get punished, of course."
Before she could react, Draco seized her by the waist and pushed her knickers past her round arse and down to her knees, challenging her to keep still and not allow her knickers to move below her knees. She agreed willingly.
He transfigured the desk as to allow him to more comfort to return the service she had provided him. Draco stared at her hairless pussy, wishing he'd drop the entire façade and push his face against the sweet retreat of her glistening folds. Gods, he wanted to taste her, to devour her, to make her scream and wake the entire fucking school so they knew that she was his. And, by the Gods he was going to do just that! Screw the fucking role playing. He wanted her now.
Spreading her legs further apart, he slipped his head between her thighs and gave her pussy one, long lick from the opening of her sex to the tip of her swollen clit. She trembled below him, thrashing about wildly as he repeated the motion once more, conjuring more and more frantic moans from the girl below him. Her cum taste so sweet. It was the Ambrosia of the Gods and he couldn't get enough of the intoxicating nectar of her flower. Her lovely, pink folds beckoned to him. He pushed a single digit into her wet core, feeling as her silk walls clenched rhythmically around his finger as he fucker her ruthlessly.
"D-Draco." She gasped, her back arching several inches of the desk.
She was so damn close; instead of tormenting her, he added two more digits and fucked her with fast, penetrating motions. He curled his fingers with each deep plunge while he swirled his tongue around her clit, sucking and biting softly. Her inner walls clamped down around his thick appendages. Within seconds she rose to her peak, her cum spraying him in a shower of clear, sweet liquid. He licked her cum up from her inner thighs, her pink folds.
Draco stood and hovered over the satisfied woman below him. "I'm not finished with you, yet." He told her darkly, dragging her to her feet. She protested slightly as he turned her around and slammed her onto the desk. Her perk buds rubbed against the hard wood. "I believe you have two weeks of you avoiding me to make up for." He rubbed his aching member up and down her slit while she let out a wild howl that ripped from her throat. She was overly sensitive after such a powerful orgasm.
"Draco, wait." She begged hearteningly.
He pushed his cock inside her, letting out a low, satisfied groan when he was fully sheathed inside her. "Fuck, you feel so bloody good." He pulled out and slammed into her. "Two fucking weeks. Tell me why you invaded me for so long."
"I- "Draco plowed into her fast and hard. "wasn't invading you, I-I swear." She moaned, digging her nails into the desk and bracing herself. "I was planning for tonight."
"When were you planning on telling me I didn't have detention?" Draco slipped his cock out of her, curling his fingers around the soft globes of her arse.
Hermione let out a moan, failing to answer his question as he fucked her into the desk, which shook with each power thrust of his hips. She was just a breath away from another shattering orgasm when Draco pulled out completely, waiting for her response. When he didn't receive one, he growled and plunged into her sore pussy with one swift motion, signaling and triggering her second release. She screamed, curling her back and clawing pitifully at the desk. She thrashed below him, meeting each of his welcoming thrusts until he went rigid. A loud growl filled the room. Draco squeezed her arse cheeks, digging his nails into her flesh as he approached his climax. Another orgasm hit Hermione, causing her to ascend into the heavenly plan of ecstasy. They came together, long and hard, both screaming and moaning each other's names until they tumbled over the peak of their desire.
Collapsing forward, Draco tried to catch his breath. Suddenly, his heart grew heavy. He got off of Hermione who remained motionless beneath him. He gathered in in his arms, cradling the exhausted witch in his arms.
Hermione wiggled in his embrace, bringing her hands to cup his cheeks. She kissed him, pouring everything she had to offer him into it. He returned it with equal longing.
"You didn't have to do this." He said in between each kiss.
"I did and I enjoyed every minute of it." Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck.
Draco's heart clenched. "Gods, I thought… I don't know what the fuck I was thinking." He breathed. "Two weeks. How the fuck was I supposed to know that you were planning this?"
"That was the entire point of it." She laughed.
He pressed his lips to the side of her neck. "I thought you were going to break up with me, Hermione. You were acting so distant and- I just didn't know what else to think."
Hermione forced him took at her. "Why on earth would you think that?" She asked. "I love you. I would never break up with you because of some stupid rivalry you have with Harry. You'd have to completely eradicate my trust or hurt me pretty badly to be awarded with such cruelty." She leaned in and kissed his lips softly before pulling back and smiling. "I love you, Draco."
Draco wound his arms around her, pressing his lips against her temple. Gods, he had been so stupid to think that she was on the verge of breaking up with him. What an idiotic and immature thing to think!
He tilted her head up, his lips over hers as he delivered the same words she bestowed to him "I love you."
The couple basked in the afterglow of their love-making until the early hours of the following morning.
~Fin~