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Hermione slowly knocked on the heavy wood door to Professor Malfoy's office. Her hands only shook slightly this time – a vast improvement from the first five times she'd shown up here. It was late, almost curfew. She corridors were long since bare at this point, but she was perpetually afraid of getting caught sneaking in here.
With Slughorn retiring for good after the war ended, Hermione was greeted on the first day of her 8th year by the tall, muscular form of the new Potions Master.
Draco Malfoy was fresh off his Mastery program. At 36, he was almost double her age, and yet, she didn't think she had ever seen such an attractive man. The connection between them was instant.
The door opened, and Hermione gulped at the sight of him before forcing herself to smile.
He was wearing his glasses. Fuck.
She knew he had done it on purpose; a few meetings ago she told him just how hot she thought it was.
"They don't make me look old?"
"No, sir. Not old. Mature. Distinguished."
"Miss Granger," he greeted, moving to the side to let her in.
"Good evening, Professor Malfoy," she responded, watching the classroom door close behind her. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows in the way that drove her absolutely crazy. Between that and his reading glasses, she was doomed.
She didn’t miss his eyes raking up and down her body as she stepped through, as if trying to peel off her clothes through sheer force of his eyes. She had worn her sexiest bra and knicker set this evening since they hadn’t been able to see each other (outside of her classes, of course) in an entire week. Hermione was eager for him to unbutton her uniform blouse, slip off her skirt, and take her in. Draco always made her feel sexy, revered, cherished in the way no other man had ever been able to.
He made her nervous in a good way. Deep down she always knew she'd fall for someone older, whose maturity matched hers. She had liked Viktor for that reason. The attraction she felt when her and Draco locked eyes on that first day in the Great Hall made her want him, almost need him. But her insecurities convinced her that her attractive Professor would insist she's too immature, too juvenile.
But he didn’t. He was just as wrapped around her finger as she was around his.
He gestured to his living quarters, located through another door at the back of the empty classroom. With one heavy hand low on her back, he led her through the door.
As soon as he warded it with silencing and privacy charms, he was on her in a flash.
His hands found the back of her thighs, and Hermione let out a squeal as he lifted her up to wrap her legs around his waist. He kissed her, hard, and she moaned into the embrace. It was as if he couldn’t bear to be separated from her by even an inch.
She didn’t complain. She thrived in his attention.
"I've missed you, Hermione."
Her heart fluttered at the use of her name. Behind this door she was Hermione and he was Draco. Not her teacher, and not his student. Not her professor, or sir.
Well – sometimes her Sir, she thought with a small laugh.
She wriggled in his hold, already feeling him grow hard under her core. Sometimes she loved to have him take his time with her, to have her come on his fingers or tongue before giving her his cock, but today was different. Hermione was impatient, her pretty knickers already growing soaked. She wanted him, all of him, now.
"Draco," she whined. "Please."
He chuckled darkly at her. "My greedy girl," he said, forehead resting on hers. "Only just arrived here and already begging."
“I need you,” she whined again, feebly. Draco sat on the couch of his living area, arranging her to straddle his lap. Hermione used the opportunity to grind down onto the hard bulge in his trousers, chasing the ecstasy she craved.
"I think you need a lesson in patience, little girl," Draco said, moving his hands to her hips and holding her still. She pouted at his words and at the tingly feeling in her pussy that was now going unanswered. Didn’t he say he missed her? Didn’t he want this too?
The pout she wore quickly turned into an expression of shock as he wandlessly removed her clothes, leaving her completely bare atop his lap.
“Draco,” she whined. “I wore my best matching set to show you.”
“I’ll buy you more, baby.”
If her heart fluttered before at Hermione, it did a complete somersault at baby.
Her eyes widened as he unbuttoned his trousers and pulled himself out. She had seen all of him before, of course, but seeing his cock, long and thick, the head a deep red and a bead of precum already leaking from the tip-
It made her mouth go dry.
“Sir–” she gasped. “Can I–?”
“Can you what, sweetheart?”
She wasn’t sure what she was asking for, exactly. To touch? To taste? To feel?
She wanted it all. Anything, everything he would give her.
He took her silence for what it was, chuckling softly before placing one finger under her chin, tipping it up so their eyes met.
"You're going to warm my cock for me as I finish grading essays. If you're patient, I'll make you come.”
"Will you let me come twice, Sir?" She questioned, feeling emboldened enough to push his buttons a little bit. He made her wait a week for tonight's meeting, after all. Hermione felt that she deserved at least two orgasms.
"Only if you say please, like the good girl I know you can be."
The low, husky, timber of his voice instantly silenced her. She was confident that if she had been standing at that moment, her legs would be reduced to jelly.
"O-okay," Hermione stuttered, allowing him to maneuver her hips so that her cunt, swollen and wet, rested just over the head of his cock.
Her eyes were glued to where their bodies lingered, almost touching but not yet connected in the way that she was craving.
One of Draco's large hands cupped the back of her neck, thumb reaching out in front to tip her chin up to meet his eyes once again.
She grew wetter at the hard, black look in his eyes, and at his next words.
"Will you, Hermione? Be my good girl?"
All she could do was nod at him. He normally encouraged her to use her words, but she was grateful for his leniency in this moment.
She gasped at the feeling of his cock entering her - a familiar pinch followed by intense pleasure. He filled her cunt perfectly, like they were puzzle pieces designed to go together.
“Color,” he demanded, slightly breathless himself.
He was always extremely cognizant of her comfort, mostly because he was a good lover but also because of the inherent power dynamic of their relationship. He constantly checked in with her, assuring that she was okay, ever worried about her comfort both with him and all the things they did together.
“Green, sir,” she replied, voice coming out breathy. “So green. Please move.”
Hermione thought she had convinced him, that he would give in and fuck her – but just for a second. He gave her one quick thrust, causing her to gasp and moan as his cock just barely brushed against that fleshy spot inside her, the spot he always seemed to find so well.
But then he stopped, and remained still.
“No,” Hermione cried, earning her a small pinch to her hip. Not enough to hurt, just enough to remind her.
“What if I say please,” she begged. The witch thought she might combust if he didn’t just give in and fuck her.
A warning pinch turned into a harder smack on her arse, enough to make her yelp in surprise.
“No, Hermione. I already told you. You know better.”
She nuzzled into his neck, grumbling slightly but not enough for him to hear. This was torture - she wanted so bad to move, to pin down his hands and ride his cock for hours.
But she didn’t; she knew the roles they played, the headspace she could easily sink into during these meetings. And she fucking loved it.
“Isn’t that what a Professor is supposed to do? Teach you lessons?” he asked her. She didn’t respond. Everything she was capable of saying in that moment would have earned her another spank, which she didn’t want.
He had a thick stack of essays on the couch, and pulled the first one towards him. Surely he wouldn’t make her do this that long, would he? It had to be at least twenty deep.
The minutes ticked on; she had to be dripping onto his trousers at this point. The fact that he was completely clothed while she was completely bare above him only heightened her arousal.
She figured that after a few minutes, she would grow used to the feeling of him inside her, but had no such luck. Hermione thought she could wiggle, just a little bit, without him noticing. No such luck there either.
“Be a good girl,” Draco reminded her, lips tickling her ear. He pulled another essay close to him and began marking it.
The moniker only made her grow more impatient, cunt clenching around him involuntarily.
They had to be nearing an hour at this point. Surely.
As he worked through the essays, she worked on distracting herself from thinking of his cock. She tried to think of her other lessons, her upcoming assignments; but schoolwork only served to remind her of her very attractive professor. The one whose cock she was currently warming. She could think of her hobbies, or seeing friends; but, well, she didn’t ever want to think of anyone else when she was with him.
“Hermione,” his low voice stirred her from her thoughts - maybe she had been distracted after all. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, sir,” she answered him, voice still breathy. “Just want you.”
The fingers of both hands traced along her arms, sending sparks across her skin. She was so incredibly sensitive to him now, so desperate for just a little more.
His fingers now slowly traced over her shoulders, across her collarbones, down the flesh of her breasts, and finally settled on her hard nipples. She finally registered the fact that if both hands were touching her – both hands were free – he must be done grading.
Could she move yet?
Subconsciously she bucked into him, breasts filling his hands and cunt rolling just slightly on his cock; she didn’t get reprimanded this time, though.
“Ride my cock, sweet girl,” Draco finally granted her permission.
Hermione nearly cried in relief as she slowly started to roll her hips, moving up and down and finding a rhythm on his thick cock. The moans escaping her mouth were lewd, but she couldn’t bring herself to care.
His hands left her breasts, but she only missed them for a minute. His mouth dipped down before finding one stiff bud, rolling and sucking on it. One of his thumbs found her clit, rubbing tight circles.
Hermione had been correct before, when she entered the room and saw him in his glasses, shirt sleeves rolled up; she was doomed.
Always doomed with him, in the absolute best way.
“So good, such a perfect girl,” he murmured up to her. The praise went straight to her cunt, making her flutter around him even more. She was so close.
“Always so good for me, baby. So sweet and good. You like when I rub your cute little clit?”
Hermione wanted to respond with more than a nod, but the only words that seemed to be able to form on her lips were “please” and “keep going”.
“Such pretty begging. Come for me, pretty girl,” Draco said as he thrusted up to meet her hips with his own. She felt his thrusts grow more erratic, too – he was also close to the edge.
“D-D-Dra-” Hermione stammered, bubble forming in her belly and about to pop. “I’m gonna-”
“Come, Hermione. Give it to me. Gush all over my cock, baby.”
“Draco!” Hermione cried his name, head tipping back as her vision whitened out. She rode out her orgasm, cunt gripping him like a vice, fluttering around him for what seemed like forever. Thank Merlin for silencing charms, because she was sure everyone in the castle would have been able to hear her.
“Where do you–” Draco stammered, his usual calm composure beginning to drop as he tumbled closer and closer to his edge.
He didn’t need to finish the sentence; she knew.
“Inside me, Draco. Fill me up.”
He came immediately at her words, thick stripes of cum flooding her. She groaned again at the feeling, almost ready for another round just from the sheer fact that he came inside of her. He hadn’t done it before; they were careful. She had explained to him before that she was on the Muggle contraceptive pill, but like a lot of older wizards, he didn’t quite trust it. She wasn’t sure why he had changed his mind, but she was grateful. Finishing inside her made it all feel more real, somehow. More intimate.
He hardly even let himself catch his breath, however, before he slid his thumb down to their joined bodies once more. He caught a small amount of his cum leaking out from her, and gathered it, moving up to rub her clit again.
“You asked me so nicely, sweetheart,” he said. “I promised you could have two.”
His words, the fact that her arousal was already so high, using his own cum as lube to rub her clit– it was all so much, and it didn’t take much for Hermione to jump off that same cliff again. She should be embarrassed at how easily he could manipulate her body, but she found herself wanting to give herself over entirely.
She came hard again, though not as hard as the first time. Draco’s ministrations still left her breathless and quivering.
Once she finally came down, Hermione slid off his lap. Her hips and thighs ached from being in that position for so long. She was exhausted.
“Be right back, love,” Draco said, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head, right on her curls. She vaguely registered water running before he returned to her with a warm cloth.
Though he didn’t entirely trust Muggle contraception, there were some things Draco preferred to do via non-magical means. Cleaning her up after sex was one of them. He had told her that it was his job to make sure she was cared for, and even if a Scourgify charm could take care of the mess, he liked doting on her.
“Did you finish grading?” she asked quietly, eyes finally opening to watch him gently clean both of their releases from her skin.
“No, darling,” he laughed. You only lasted ten minutes.”
Hermione felt slightly abashed, and her face must have showed it, because he stooped to press a quick kiss to her lips. “Don’t be embarrassed, baby. I’m wont to resist that perfect cunt of yours.”
Once she was clean, he lifted her up slightly to pull a large tshirt over her shoulders. It smelled of him, and she smiled.
“Stand up for a second,” he said softly, and she obeyed. She stepped into the pair of boxers he held out for her– also his. The clothes felt soft against her skin, soothing her aching body.
“Come here,” he finally sat down, cuddling her into his chest. She sat sideways in his lap, allowing herself to nuzzle into his side and wrap her arms around him.
She registered him wrapping a soft blanket around the pair of them. She was beginning to doze off, thoroughly wiped out from their night.
“You’re so beautiful, Hermione. Such a dream,” he praised her. “Came so hard for me.”
She made a contented noise, nuzzling further into him. She barely caught his last words before sleep took her.
“You make me the luckiest man in the world.”
She appreciated that; he wasn’t the luckiest Professor or teacher. He was just Draco. Her Draco.
In these four walls they weren’t Professor and student. They were just people, lovers, special companions to each other.
As she found sleep cuddled up to his side, his arms wrapped protectively around her, she felt pretty lucky too.