My First Detention

“Did you think you could hide it from me?” Lucius inquired of his pale son. His voice was filled with malice, eyes narrowed in distaste. It wasn’t like Draco would ever find out that he himself had chosen to have sex with the same woman he was now drawn to. “My son, a Malfoy, snogging a Mudblood! Unthinkable!”

Draco lowered his gaze to the floor. “Father…”

“Don’t father me you ungrateful little rubbish of a child.” He looked down on his son. “I’ll show you what happens when you confer with filth.” He picked the slender boy up by his collar, kneeing him in the stomach, then throwing him disgustedly across the room.

“Albus, I really believe we should look into this.”

“Poppy, it’s been a month and nothing more has happened. There is also no way we can go and accuse students or teachers of raping a student.”

She sighed, rubbing her temples. “We can’t just do nothing. That girl was seriously hurt.”

The Headmaster looked at her sadly. “Unfortunately, we have nothing to go on. She seems to have no recollection of such a thing.” He rubbed his stiff neck. “What do you make of it, Minerva?”

The stern professor looked to each of them in turn, thinking. “I do believe that we should retire to your office, Albus. We can continue further discussion there, when we are all dressed.”

Draco winced, eyes closed tightly, trying not to groan in pain as he was slammed up against the hard stone wall. “The Room of Requirement has many uses, boy.” His father said, amused, thrusting himself painfully inside the boy’s heat.

He nodded. “Ye-yes father.” He bit his lip as the older man continued the misuse of him.

Lucius only ever took this kind of action when he was overly upset with his son. The thought of his son partaking of the same young girl he had raped but a mere month ago turned his blood to fire. Draco always managed to get things he himself could only get by force.

“Are you in love with her? That little Mudblood slut? Does she make you spurt in your knickers at night?” He inquired, his voice hard and angry.

Draco’s blood began to boil. How dare he! “She’s no slut!” He yelled right into his father’s sweaty face. “Maybe I do love her, what’s it to you?!” He screamed with unbridled fury.

Lucius gripped his hair, pulling his head back, burying himself deeply inside his son and letting loose. “Don’t talk back to me, you little prick.”

~~~~~~Darkness~~~~~~

“Thanks for helping me out, professor.” She smiled, putting away all the ingredients. “I might just get this potion down. It’s odd really. That’s the only potion I’ve had a problem with.” She shrugged, gathering all of her things and putting it on the table, readying to leave.

Snape put his hand on her shoulder, not quite ready to let her leave. She looked at his hand, then up at his face. Her eyes seemed sad and her face innocent. He couldn’t stand being around her, but even more, he couldn't stand not being around her.

He bent, hands on both her shoulders now, leaning down towards her. He kissed her gently, wasting no time in parting her lips, tongue roaming her warm mouth. He felt his groin tighten as he cupped one of her breasts, slowly pulling her up from the stool so they both stood. Snape was much taller than her, so he was still slightly bent over.

The professor pulled her closer, aware of only his own desire and need. He pushed their bodies together, squeezing them tightly into place so he throbbed against her. He felt a slight pushing, then harder. Lane gasped, pulling away. Her pale face was red, cheeks hot. “Professor Snape…” She looked up at him with shy eyes.

He could remember how easily Malfoy had almost gained entrance, feeling a bit jealous, but also superior. ‘I had her first, you sniveling brat. Nothing can take that away from me.’ He thought delightedly, then unwillingly let go of her. “I’m so sorry Ms. Morgan. I have no idea what came over me.”

She nodded, mumbling something like “That’s okay” and took her things, heading towards her dormitory or wherever she intended to go.