What a Witch Needs

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The Naughty Professor


A wand poked into the side of his ribs, and Malfoy’s angry face was only inches away from his own, and all Ron could think of to say was, “Piss off, Malfoy.” He tried to shove him away, but Ron couldn’t budge the blond.

“Do you know how lucky you are, Weasel?” Malfoy sneered. “Would you like to know what happened to the last bloke that put his mouth on Harry?”

Ron’s eyes opened in understanding and disbelief. Harry told him! Harry told Malfoy about the kiss. How could he? Why? Why would Harry do this to him? Ron felt sick with betrayal, sick and angry.

“It’s not what you think, Malfoy!” Ron snapped, shoving Draco away. But Draco moved in close again.

“You know, poor boy, I’ve tolerated your presence because they cared about you. I even apologized to you for their sakes,” Draco said, eyes blazing, “but you’ve gone and fucked that up when you made your move on Harry. Now, Weasel, I want you to stay the fuck away from them both.”

“Fuck off, you can’t tell people who they can be friends with,” Ron growled, face almost as red as his hair. “I’m not gay, you sorry git, so you don’t have to worry about anything happening with Harry.”

“You’re not good enough for them,” Draco taunted. “You’re stupid and pathetic. It’s no wonder they became bored with you.”

Ron twisted, growling with anger, as he grabbed onto Draco’s wand with one hand and shoved into him with the side of his body. Draco didn’t let go of his wand and took Ron down with him onto the floor, punching with his free hand at Ron’s head. Ron rolled and pinned Draco’s arm under him, still pulling on the wand.

“Let go of my wand!” Malfoy snarled.

“Why? So you can hex me?” Ron snarled back.

Draco stopped struggling and looked down at Ron’s face. Then he began laughing as he let go of his own wand. “You know what, Weasel?” Draco laughed as he pushed away from Ron and scooted back against the wall. “Go ahead and use it on me. Because then they won’t be angry with me for this little confrontation. No, they’ll be angry with you. So go ahead, do your worst.”

Ron stood, holding the wand and glaring down at Malfoy’s smirking face.

“What’s the matter?” Draco taunted. “Don’t have the balls for it? Pathetic!”

“Be careful what you wish for, Malfoy,” Ron warned.

“Oh, now I’m scared,” Draco laughed. “You’re weak, Weasel, like your stupid blood traitor father.”

Ron lifted the wand, “Watch it!”

“It’s true,” Draco continued. “You’ve bought into all that rubbish about rejecting your dark nature. It’s a good thing that some of your brothers have half a brain, though. Percy saw your father’s weakness…”

“Shut the fuck up,” Ron snapped. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“And now the twins, Fred and George, are finally coming around,” Draco continued.

“You’re mad!” Ron glared.

“It’s true,” Draco smiled, knowingly. “They’ve been practicing the Dark Arts and discovering that they enjoy their increased powers. They’re realizing how wrong your parents have been.”

“Shut your filthy mouth!” Ron snapped, shaking the wand at Draco.

“Why do you think their joke shop has been doing so well?” Draco pressed. “Now that they are coming into the fold, the dark families have been patronizing their store. You see, we take care of our own. How many dark purebloods are poor? Hmmm? See how your father has made your family suffer unnecessarily?”

“Lies!” Ron shouted.

“And little Ginevra,” Draco continued, “she’s starting to desire a different life. It won’t be long until she…”

“Petrificus Totalis!” Ron shouted, petrifying Malfoy and shutting him instantly up. Ron moved closer and kicked Draco hard in the stomach, but it was like kicking a wall, hard and unyielding. He wasn’t even sure if Draco could feel it. “You’re a filthy liar, Malfoy,” Ron snapped. “If you ever talk about my family again, I won’t care what you are to Harry and Hermione. I’ll fucking put an end to you!” He threw the wand at Malfoy’s petrified face and watched as it bounced off and onto the floor. Then he turned and hurried away, running back to Gryffindor and the big mouth, Harry Potter.

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Twenty minutes later Hermione came walking down the hall, hands on hips and a punitive look on her face. She stopped before Draco’s petrified body and said, “You know, I should leave you this way for goading Ron. Harry’s quite upset that you ran your mouth off like that!” She waved her wand and released him from the spell.

“It’s a good thing that Harry likes my mouth then,” Draco smirked as he relaxed against the wall.

“It’s not funny,” she scolded. “Harry told us something in confidence and you turn around and go straight to Ron with it.”

“Come on, love,” Draco said as he stood on his feet again. “Don’t be upset. I was the one who was hexed.”

“And you deserved it!” Hermione snapped. “Why are you so insecure? Did you really think Ron was a threat to us?”

Draco sighed, leaning back against the wall and running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know. You three… have been like fucking glue for six years, how can I not think that he means something deeper to you?”

“Of course he means something to us. He’s our good friend,” Hermione sighed. She walked over to Draco and ran her hand down his shoulder. “And that’s all – a good friend.”

Draco pulled Hermione into his arms and hugged her. “I’m sorry, love,” he said. “I can’t help it sometimes. I’ve never had anything like this before.”

Hermione turned her face to his and asked, “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” he said, softly, “I’ve never loved this intensely before. And I’ve never felt that kind of love given to me until you two. And now, I don’t ever want to be without it. Any threat to that… just drives me mad.”

“You don’t have to worry,” she crooned, lifting her fingers to his cheek. Her lips lowered onto his and she kissed him with all the love she felt for him. Draco’s arms tightened about her as the kissed deepened.

When their lips parted, he asked, “Is Harry really upset at me?”

“I think he understands you more than you know,” she answered. “He’s talking to Ron right now, trying to do damage control. You shouldn’t have said all those things about his family.”

“Well, they were true,” Draco replied.

“What do I have to do to get you to stop!” she exclaimed.

“Fuck me,” he grinned, sliding one hand down over her arse and giving it a squeeze.

She couldn’t help but grin, even though she felt he was not taking her words seriously enough. “I’m supposed to be scolding you for what you did, not shagging you,” she said.

“Consider me scolded. Now let’s fuck.” He turned her around so that she was against the wall and attacked her neck with his hot lips, pushing his body against hers.

Hermione’s breath quickened and she had a hard time keeping her wits when he sucked and licked her sensitive skin like that. But she had to make her point. “Draco…” she said, breathlessly, “I’m seri… ous… you have stop… with Ron…” Gods, he smelt so good, his hair tickling her cheek.

He lifted his face so that it was just a breath away from hers as he ground his erection into her stomach, a mischievous smile on his face. “You can’t change what I am, love,” he said. “And I really don’t think you want me to change. You like bad boys, don’t you? You like how we make you feel?” His hand snaked up her shirt and kneaded her breast firmly as he bent his knees to press his hardened cock against her crotch.

Hermione closed her eyes, head back against the wall and moaned, “No… I want you to be good.”

“Oh really?” he said, licking at her ear, tonguing it and then blowing on it. “Miss MARLSTON, lover of two dark wizards, one who happens to be a Dark Lord, likes good boys, does she?”

Her eyes snapped open and looked at him as she panted on his lips, wanting to deny what he just said, but knowing it would be a lie if she did.

“You’re probably so fucking wet right now one would think you just went for a swim,” Draco rasped. “Am I right, love, did you just cream your knickers? I’m hungry just thinking about it.”

Hermione released a deep moan at his words and lifted a leg, wrapping it around his thigh, trying to pull him even closer. “Do it, Draco. Fuck me, fuck me hard.”

Draco’s hand moved under her skirt, gathering a handful of her knickers, preparing to pull them off, when he realized they were still in a hall and someone could come by at any time.

He stepped back and took her hand, pulling her quickly into the nearest room which ended up being McGonagall’s classroom.

Hermione was a quivering mess of hormones. She didn’t care where they did it, as long as it was done. He held her hand tight and led her up the aisle to the front of the room.

“Transfiguration class,” Draco grinned back at her. “I always wondered what it would be like to fuck you here.” He pulled her into his arms as they stood before McGonagall’s desk. “Imagine, love, that the whole class is sitting here, watching.” Then he grinned playfully as he said, “I’ll be the professor.”

She giggled as she rubbed her body against his, “You don’t look like McGonagall.”

“Thank Merlin for that,” he grinned back. Then his face became serious and he took a step back. “Miss Granger, you’ve been a naughty girl. I heard that you’ve been sitting in my class with wet knickers, trying to touch yourself discreetly.”

Hermione laughed and said, “Draco!”

“Who?” Draco answered, stiffly. “You’ll address me as Professor or suffer the consequences.”

Hermione rolled her eyes and laughed, “Oh, all right, PROFESSOR. Yes, I’ve been very, very bad. I have naughty thoughts about you all the time. I don’t hear a word you say because I’m too busy imagining myself riding that big cock of yours over and over.”

“I see,” the ‘professor’ answered. “Well, we can’t have your marks dropping because of your obsession with my smooth, hard and delicious cock now, can we?”

Hermione stifled a giggle and shook her head.

“Very well,” the ‘professor’ continued, “we shall begin treatment immediately. First, drop your knickers.”

“But, Professor,” Hermione said, her voice taking a girly pitch, “everyone is watching! What will they think when they see my wet, creamy knickers?”

“They’ll think you’re the horny little girl that you are,” he replied. “Now do it.”

“Yes, Professor,” Hermione replied, putting her hands under her skirt and letting her knickers fall onto the floor. She stepped out of them and picked them up. “Here, Professor,” she said with sugary sweetness.

Draco put them up to his nose and breathed them in. “Mmm, yes, very nice. You have been naughty. Now get on my desk and show the class your wet little snatch.”

Hermione’s eyes opened wide and she said with mock shock, “But, Professor, couldn’t we do this privately?”

“No, Miss Granger,” he replied. “You didn’t cream these knickers in a private place, so it seems that your little problem needs to be solved much more publicly. Get on the desk, on your back.”

Hermione went to the desk and lay down, grinning at Draco.

“Legs up, Miss Granger,” he ordered. “Spread them wide so everyone gets a good look at that wet pink flesh.” Hermione complied and felt herself cream even more when Draco licked his lips, his eyes darkening with lust. “Very nice, Miss Granger, now it’s time for the first part of your treatment. Touch yourself, Miss Granger. Give yourself a good finger fucking for the rest of us to see.” Draco sat down in one of the front desks and watched, his hand sliding down over his erection.

“Whatever you say, Professor,” she said, glancing at his lusty face as she slid her hand down her body and lifted her skirt up and out of the way. Her feet were up on the desk and her legs spread wide towards the ‘class’. When her fingers moved over her clit and into her soaked folds, she moaned in delight, closing her eyes and biting at her lower lip.

She heard Draco moan from his seat and she smiled a secret smile as she continued to run her fingers on her flesh, pulling more moisture up and over her clit, circling it and toying with the hard little pleasure nub. Her legs shook with as she lifted her hips off the desk, moving her wet fingers in a lazy rhythm. “Am I doing it right, Professor?” she panted.

“Oh, yes… Miss Granger,” he panted back. Hermione glanced at him and saw that his cock was now out and in his hand, getting a similar ‘treatment’ of its own. “Fuck.”

“What was that, Professor?” she said. “Did you say ‘fuck’?”

“Yes, Miss Granger,” he answered.

“All right then,” she said, taking two of her fingers and shoving them deep inside her hole. She plunged and plunged, her fluids squishing out as she fucked herself. She lifted her hips in a rhythmic motion and moaned with each thrust. Her eyes were closed as she gave in to the sensation until she felt her wrist held suddenly in place.

She opened her eyes and saw Draco standing between her spread legs, pulling her hand away from her sopping cunt. “Time for your next treatment, Miss Granger,” he rasped.

“What would that be, Professor?” she asked, innocently.

“The only way to solve your problem is to give in to your fantasy,” he replied as he took his cock and positioned it at her entrance. “I’m going to fuck you, Miss Granger. Here, in front of the whole class. They’ll all fantasize about having a turn with you.” He shoved his cock as far as it could go, eliciting a deep moan from Hermione. “I’ll fuck you over and over again, Miss Granger,” he said as he began thrusting into her hot depths. “I’ll fuck you until you’re cured of your problem.”

“That’s… very… generous of you, Professor,” Hermione panted, her body going up in flames from the deep thrusts of his cock and his fingers grasping her legs and pulling her towards him. “Ah! It’s so fucking deep, Draco,” she gasped.

“Lovely thing about desks,” he replied. “Just… the… right… height,” he said, thrusting at each word for emphasis.

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Harry grabbed his Marauders Map as he left his room, taking a last glance at a sullen faced Ron. He was ticked that Draco had reverted to his old ways and taunted Ron about his family. He told Draco not to approach Ron about the kiss, but obviously the Slytherin wouldn’t let it rest. He hoped that Hermione had at least talked some sense into Draco while he was soothing Ron’s ruffled feathers. Ron was still upset, but much calmer than he was when he first burst into the common room.

Now Harry checked the map as he descended the dorm stairs and looked for the names of his lovers. He spotted them in the transfiguration classroom and they were… what? Their names were moving back and forth, clashing together rhythmically. They were fucking!

He had sent Hermione to him so that she could give him one of her famous lectures and instead she was fucking him! “I don’t believe it,” he mumbled to himself as he left Gryffindor tower and headed towards the transfiguration classroom.

He decided that if anyone was going to do the punishing, it would have to be him. And now… they both were going to get it! He grinned at the possibilities.


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When Dudley Dursley did not return from the restroom, Tonks became nervous. “You’d think he’d be done by now,” she fidgeted. “I’ll go see what’s keeping him.”

Narcissa didn’t care for the worry that spread across the younger woman’s face. Was there something to worry about? A feeling of dread filled her chest as she watched Tonks walk away towards the restrooms. She was responsible for Dudley Dursley. It was unacceptable that something should go amiss.

Tonks stood at the men’s room door and knocked. “Dudley?” she called out. “Everything all right?”

The door opened and a man stepped out, looking at Tonks curiously. “There’s no one else in there,” he said as he slipped by her.

She turned a worried face towards Narcissa, who was looking at her from where they stood before. Then she swallowed her dread and strode up to the suspicious woman. “Well… it seems we have a bit of a problem,” Tonks said, nervously.

“What’s wrong with him?” Narcissa asked.

“He’s not here,” Tonks answered. “He must have wandered off.”

“Wandered off?” Narcissa replied. “He’s not a young child, Nymphadora. If he’s gone, it was by his own volition.” Narcissa sighed and furled her brow. “This is not acceptable. How can I face the Dark Lord and tell him that I have lost his cousin? You must find him, Nymphadora. We can’t leave without him!”

Tonks’ worried frown deepened, “Do you think… they… got him?”

Narcissa’s eyes opened wide. “Let’s hope not! Lord Potter would never forgive us. Besides, the way… they… have been striking lately; I believe they wouldn’t have been very discreet about it. This store would be up in flames by now.”

“Well, come on then. Let’s try to find him,” Tonks said.

“And how are we supposed to do that?” Narcissa replied. “There are too many Muggles about. He could be anywhere.”

“Someone could have seen him. Let’s ask,” Tonks said, walking towards the elevator. Narcissa threw up her hands and walked behind her.

When they stepped outside of the department store, Narcissa glanced at the limousine, hoping that Dudley had simply gone to the car to wait. The driver came out of the car and walked around to open the door for her.

“Is Mr. Dursley within?” she asked.

“No, Madam,” the driver replied.

Narcissa sighed and looked around at Tonks who was questioning a group of teenagers standing outside the store.

“The tubby boy?” she heard one of them say. “Yeah, he ran out of the store in a hurry. He ran up the street, that way.” Tonks looked at Narcissa and nodded. Then they returned to the limousine to begin the search.

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Dudley knew his time was limited, he knew those witches would be looking for him. But he was too damn hungry to turn back now. He had run as fast as he could to the McDonalds they had passed earlier and now sat amidst the familiar comfort of the red and yellow plastic furnishings, a large hamburger, fries and milk shake set on a tray before him.

He thought that if he finished this quick enough, he might have time to go and get another. Maybe he could even get a big bag of it and save it for later. That way he wouldn’t have to starve while the freaks ate their bat gut and toad shit dinners. Sure, they disguised it to look like real food, but Dudley knew better. He had seen movies of witches and the disgusting things they cooked in their big black cauldrons.

Then he froze. The big black limousine was pulling up outside the restaurant. How the hell did they find him? Scary fucking freaks; probably put some type of homing device on him. Dudley ducked down, hiding his face under the table. Why couldn’t they just wait for him at the store? Why’d they have to come looking for him and embarrass him like this? He just wanted to get a decent meal, just one fucking decent meal.

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Tonks opened the car window and a little bird hopped onto the car door, tweeting away.

“Are you sure?” Tonks asked the bird. A few chirps was the reply.

Tonks turned to Narcissa and said, “He’s in there.” She pointed at the garish red and yellow building and Narcissa frowned.

“Well, go fetch him then, Nymphadora,” she said, impatiently.

“Oh, no, Narcissa, you’re his guardian. You’re coming with me,” Tonks replied, amused at Narcissa’s discomfort to enter yet another Muggle establishment.

The driver now stood with the door open. Narcissa sighed and exited the car after Tonks, wrapping her coat more tightly around her. Her nose wrinkled at the smell coming from the building. “What sort of place is this?” she asked.

“It’s a restaurant, I believe,” Tonks answered. Tonks opened the door for Narcissa. Narcissa stepped through, looking at the crowd of Muggles with distaste. What sort of swill was that they were eating? “There he is,” Tonks said, leading Narcissa over to a table in the middle of the room.

Dudley was still ducking, watching their feet as they walked up to his table. The gig was up. They found him! He slowly raised his head and looked at them, abashedly.

“I… uh… was hungry,” he explained.

“You should never have left without protection, young man,” Narcissa scolded. “Do you realize the danger you put yourself in?”

The other patrons of the restaurant looked at Dudley and the two women curiously.

Dudley looked around, embarrassed. “Could you save the lecture for later?” he hissed.

Tonks sat down across from Dudley and said in a low voice, “You could have said you were hungry. We would have gotten you something.” She glanced at Narcissa who was still standing. “Sit down, Narcissa. We can at least let him finish his food.”

Narcissa looked mortified. “I have never sat in a plastic chair in my whole life and I am not about to start now! I’ll wait in the car. Do hurry, Nymphadora.” She turned and left the restaurant, head held high.

Dudley sat still, looking about the room. He suddenly lost his appetite now that this witch was sitting in front of him, watching.

“I know it’s probably not easy having to live with the Malfoys,” she said. Dudley looked at her strangely and then looked away. “But I will say that Narcissa is behaving much better than she usually does. I think you’re having a good affect on her.” Tonks smiled at Dudley but he didn’t return it.

“Listen, Dudley, I like to think that I’m a friend of Harry’s and I’d like to be your friend too, if you’ll allow me,” she said.

“My friend?” Dudley said. “What could we possibly have in common?”

“Well, for one thing, I don’t always feel like I fit in with everyone else in the wizarding world. They consider me a bit strange, different you know,” she explained. “We have that in common.”

Dudley snorted. She would be considered strange in his world too.

“Well, the offer is there,” she said. “You get lonely in that house, you can send me an owl and I can come for a visit.”

Dudley didn’t know what to say. A strange feeling rolled through him in that moment. Someone wanted to spend time with him? A part of him thrilled at the offer, but his skeptical half didn’t buy it. He shrugged and shook his head.

“All right, then,” Tonks said, good-heartedly. “Finish up and we can get going.”

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When they entered the limousine, Dudley had a big bag in his hand that reeked of the same smell from the restaurant. Narcissa wrinkled her nose and frowned.

“What is that horrid aroma?” she exclaimed.

“Dudley brought some food along for later,” Tonks answered for him.

“Food? You call that food?” Narcissa said. “You are well provided for at the house, Mr. Dursley.”

“I don’t like that stuff,” Dudley mumbled.

Narcissa looked at him for a moment and then said, “If you are not happy with the meals provided for you, then inform the house elves of your preferences.”

Dudley shook his head. She just didn’t get it, did she?

“And another thing, Mr. Dursley,” she added. “You will never leave in secret like that again, is that clear?”

“You’re not my mother; I can do what I want!” Dudley snapped.

“I suggest you reconsider your words, Mr. Dursley. That attitude won’t earn you your… television,” Narcissa smiled knowingly.

Dudley frowned at her. “Fine, I’m sorry then.”

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A/N Hope you enjoyed that! It made me laugh, anyways, but I’m easy to please. Can you guess what delightful ‘punishment’ Harry has for Draco and Hermione? You can look forward to some more dark sex magic coming next time. Oh, the possibilities!

And I know Draco was an arse to Ron, but there is a very good reason I’m doing this at this point in the fiction, so please bear with it (and forgive Drakie).

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