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Adult ++
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21
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62,237
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67
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Currently Reading:
2
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Chapter Thirteen: Class Disruption
Chapter Thirteen: Class Disruption
The next morning was the double potion’s class. Hermione sat down beside Draco. “Malfoy,” she said in greeting.
Draco smirked at her, “Granger, hope you slept well last night.”
Hermione was about to answer when Professor Snape called attention to the class. “Today we will be making a shrinking potion. One must be careful not to touch it with their skin or clothing. So for today you will remove your robes, so they won’t dip into your cauldrons,” Snape instructed. “The instructions are on the board. You will work with your partners.”
Draco went up to the potion’s cupboard to get the ingredients while Hermione got the cauldron and fire ready. Hermione stirred as he added the ingredients in the right order specified. After all the ingredients were added, it had to be stirred fifty times, twenty five times in each direction. As she was stirring, she felt Draco’s had on the back of her bare leg, slowly travelling upwards. “Malfoy!” She said through clenched teeth.
Draco continued to draw lazy circles on the inside of her thigh. Hermione, in the mean time was pouring the potion into a beaker, when all of a sudden pandemonium happened.
Draco had moved his hand up to the apex of her thighs, when Hermione jumped. She accidentally knocked over the cauldron, while what she had poured in the beaker, spilled down the front of her uniform. Her shirt grew tighter, the few buttons across her chest popping open to reveal a black lace bra. Her skirt was getting shorter and shorter. It was just starting to reveal the triangle of black lace of her underwear, when Snape came over and put his robe around her, but not before Draco got a good eyeful of the curves which he knew so well, along with every other guy in class.
Snape looked over at them, Draco looking guilty and Hermione’s face flushed with embarrassment. “That will be thirty points deducted from each of your houses,” he smirked, then added. “And ten points each for getting the potion correct. Miss Granger, go off and change into something that fits you a bit better. Then I want you and Mr. Malfoy to meet me after classes in my office.”
During the course of the day the embarrassment slowly diminished for Hermione. She would not talk to Malfoy, as she was quite mad at him still.
At the end of the day, the two of them stood in Snape’s office waiting for him to tell them what their detention was. “You are my two best students, but that gives you no right to disrupt my class. Now, what is the problem?”
Hermione looked at Draco then back to Snape, “I think we need to switch to different potions partners. It’s too, too . . . ”
“Distracting,” Draco finished for her.
“I see, well we will see what can be done about that,” he replied, as he was hiding his smirk behind his hand, “There will be no detention this time, now be off with you, before I change my mind.”
“Uh, Professor, might I have a word with you please?” Hermione asked.
“Of course, Malfoy you may go,” Snape said in dismissal.
Draco looked over at Hermione with a questioning look, “Talk to you later Granger.” Then sauntered out the door.
“Thank you Professor. I would like to ask, if you could help me with my entrance exam that I will need to take to get into the internship for potions. I am very interested in this area of expertise,” she asked.
Snape seemed to ponder her question, surprised that is what she wanted to specialize in. He knew she could do it. She was very smart . . . considering she was from Gryffindor. “Why potions? Why not transfiguration or charms?”
Hermione smiled at his question. “Although I enjoy those classes, I like the logic that goes into making potions. It’s more challenging for me.”
Snape liked her answer. “Come to my classroom for two nights a week and we’ll go over all that you will need to know,” he said, giving her a rare small smile. “Now, I need to grade these papers, so off you go . . . and Miss Granger . . . ” Hermione looked over her shoulder as she was about to open the door, waiting. “I think you will do well, and I am honoured you would ask me to help you,” he added.
Hermione beamed a smile at him in response. Snape then realized what the young Malfoy saw in Granger.
Hermione was walking back to the tower, when she felt a pair of hands grabbing her from behind to drag her into a classroom. She was pulled against the person, realizing immediately who it was who grabbed her. “Malfoy, what do you think you are doing? I’m still mad at you, you know.”
“Just thought you might want to live out that fantasy of yours Granger,” he said in her ear. “And besides I’ve missed you,” he added.
She turned around to kiss him, the kiss languid and unhurried. He pulled back from the kiss and turned her around. He moved the fall of her hair away from the back of her neck, where he kissed and licked his way around to the side of her neck. His hands were busy undoing her blouse, where he slid his hand into her bra, touching the already erect nipples. Hermione moaned and put her head back on his shoulder. He slid his other hand down her skirt front where he slowly lifted it up. His hand went up to find that she wasn’t wearing any panties. “How did you know?” He asked.
“I didn’t, but I had hoped,” she said, placing his hand back between her legs. He kissed and nibbled on her neck as he slid his finger into her. Her hand going behind her to stroke his erection under his pants. She slowly undid the zipper, reaching in to stroke the soft, but hard skin. He groaned in pleasure, then bent her over a nearby desk and lifted the back of her skirt, showing the whiteness of the skin of her back side. He slid his finger in again from behind, while Hermione pushed back. He positioned the head of his cock at her opening, trying to collect himself, when Hermione pushed back so he went in deep and fast. He gripped her hips to control her bucking, and slid in slow, enjoying the feel of the wet warmth around him. “Faster . . . harder, I want to feel your balls slap against me,” she panted.
Draco rammed into her faster and harder as she had asked. The way she asked making his blood boil. He felt her clench around him, his held back release erupting from him, filling her.
Hermione pulled forwards, Draco slipping out of her, and turned around to kiss him. “Thank you, that was much better than my fantasy.”
Draco shook his head and looked at her. “Anytime. I didn’t know you had such a mouth on you though.”
“Next time, we’ll work on one of your fantasies,” she smiled.
He pulled her close and kissed her. “I’ve already fulfilled some of them already. We’ll have to catch up for you. Oh, and you might want to cover that mark on your neck, although the colour red looks very good on your skin.”
She pulled him close to kiss his neck, where she proceeded to suck his skin between her lips. After leaving them both wanting more, she pulled back. “I like the colour red on your skin too, Malfoy,” she cheekily said as she walked away.
~*~
(re-edited Nov. 2/05)
The next morning was the double potion’s class. Hermione sat down beside Draco. “Malfoy,” she said in greeting.
Draco smirked at her, “Granger, hope you slept well last night.”
Hermione was about to answer when Professor Snape called attention to the class. “Today we will be making a shrinking potion. One must be careful not to touch it with their skin or clothing. So for today you will remove your robes, so they won’t dip into your cauldrons,” Snape instructed. “The instructions are on the board. You will work with your partners.”
Draco went up to the potion’s cupboard to get the ingredients while Hermione got the cauldron and fire ready. Hermione stirred as he added the ingredients in the right order specified. After all the ingredients were added, it had to be stirred fifty times, twenty five times in each direction. As she was stirring, she felt Draco’s had on the back of her bare leg, slowly travelling upwards. “Malfoy!” She said through clenched teeth.
Draco continued to draw lazy circles on the inside of her thigh. Hermione, in the mean time was pouring the potion into a beaker, when all of a sudden pandemonium happened.
Draco had moved his hand up to the apex of her thighs, when Hermione jumped. She accidentally knocked over the cauldron, while what she had poured in the beaker, spilled down the front of her uniform. Her shirt grew tighter, the few buttons across her chest popping open to reveal a black lace bra. Her skirt was getting shorter and shorter. It was just starting to reveal the triangle of black lace of her underwear, when Snape came over and put his robe around her, but not before Draco got a good eyeful of the curves which he knew so well, along with every other guy in class.
Snape looked over at them, Draco looking guilty and Hermione’s face flushed with embarrassment. “That will be thirty points deducted from each of your houses,” he smirked, then added. “And ten points each for getting the potion correct. Miss Granger, go off and change into something that fits you a bit better. Then I want you and Mr. Malfoy to meet me after classes in my office.”
During the course of the day the embarrassment slowly diminished for Hermione. She would not talk to Malfoy, as she was quite mad at him still.
At the end of the day, the two of them stood in Snape’s office waiting for him to tell them what their detention was. “You are my two best students, but that gives you no right to disrupt my class. Now, what is the problem?”
Hermione looked at Draco then back to Snape, “I think we need to switch to different potions partners. It’s too, too . . . ”
“Distracting,” Draco finished for her.
“I see, well we will see what can be done about that,” he replied, as he was hiding his smirk behind his hand, “There will be no detention this time, now be off with you, before I change my mind.”
“Uh, Professor, might I have a word with you please?” Hermione asked.
“Of course, Malfoy you may go,” Snape said in dismissal.
Draco looked over at Hermione with a questioning look, “Talk to you later Granger.” Then sauntered out the door.
“Thank you Professor. I would like to ask, if you could help me with my entrance exam that I will need to take to get into the internship for potions. I am very interested in this area of expertise,” she asked.
Snape seemed to ponder her question, surprised that is what she wanted to specialize in. He knew she could do it. She was very smart . . . considering she was from Gryffindor. “Why potions? Why not transfiguration or charms?”
Hermione smiled at his question. “Although I enjoy those classes, I like the logic that goes into making potions. It’s more challenging for me.”
Snape liked her answer. “Come to my classroom for two nights a week and we’ll go over all that you will need to know,” he said, giving her a rare small smile. “Now, I need to grade these papers, so off you go . . . and Miss Granger . . . ” Hermione looked over her shoulder as she was about to open the door, waiting. “I think you will do well, and I am honoured you would ask me to help you,” he added.
Hermione beamed a smile at him in response. Snape then realized what the young Malfoy saw in Granger.
Hermione was walking back to the tower, when she felt a pair of hands grabbing her from behind to drag her into a classroom. She was pulled against the person, realizing immediately who it was who grabbed her. “Malfoy, what do you think you are doing? I’m still mad at you, you know.”
“Just thought you might want to live out that fantasy of yours Granger,” he said in her ear. “And besides I’ve missed you,” he added.
She turned around to kiss him, the kiss languid and unhurried. He pulled back from the kiss and turned her around. He moved the fall of her hair away from the back of her neck, where he kissed and licked his way around to the side of her neck. His hands were busy undoing her blouse, where he slid his hand into her bra, touching the already erect nipples. Hermione moaned and put her head back on his shoulder. He slid his other hand down her skirt front where he slowly lifted it up. His hand went up to find that she wasn’t wearing any panties. “How did you know?” He asked.
“I didn’t, but I had hoped,” she said, placing his hand back between her legs. He kissed and nibbled on her neck as he slid his finger into her. Her hand going behind her to stroke his erection under his pants. She slowly undid the zipper, reaching in to stroke the soft, but hard skin. He groaned in pleasure, then bent her over a nearby desk and lifted the back of her skirt, showing the whiteness of the skin of her back side. He slid his finger in again from behind, while Hermione pushed back. He positioned the head of his cock at her opening, trying to collect himself, when Hermione pushed back so he went in deep and fast. He gripped her hips to control her bucking, and slid in slow, enjoying the feel of the wet warmth around him. “Faster . . . harder, I want to feel your balls slap against me,” she panted.
Draco rammed into her faster and harder as she had asked. The way she asked making his blood boil. He felt her clench around him, his held back release erupting from him, filling her.
Hermione pulled forwards, Draco slipping out of her, and turned around to kiss him. “Thank you, that was much better than my fantasy.”
Draco shook his head and looked at her. “Anytime. I didn’t know you had such a mouth on you though.”
“Next time, we’ll work on one of your fantasies,” she smiled.
He pulled her close and kissed her. “I’ve already fulfilled some of them already. We’ll have to catch up for you. Oh, and you might want to cover that mark on your neck, although the colour red looks very good on your skin.”
She pulled him close to kiss his neck, where she proceeded to suck his skin between her lips. After leaving them both wanting more, she pulled back. “I like the colour red on your skin too, Malfoy,” she cheekily said as she walked away.
(re-edited Nov. 2/05)