6th year explorations

****Detention – Part 2 ***** (chapter 10)


The DADA classroom was hot, almost unbearably hot; the humidity was thick creating a sheen of moisture on the inside of the long narrow, stain glass windows. The sun had now set outside leaving the classroom shrouded in dancing shadows, the only light came from the fireplace and a few candelabras that were scattered around the room on bookshelves or hung in the air.

Professor Durang walked from Harry and Draco, placed her hand on Ron’s sweaty forearm and slid her hand down to his wrist as she led him to an area on the mat that had more space…away from Harry and Draco.

She heard the two boys engage in their exercises with low breathy growls and slapping angry limbs. Reaching the area of the mat she wanted she pulled Ron around so his back was to Harry and Draco. She didn’t want him distracted, nor in the way of her watching them ‘practice’.

Durang did indeed show Ron a new move. One where the opponent attacks from the side, arm extended with the intent to place the victim in a headlock. She then showed him the various counter moves one could make against such an attack.

But Ron was barely paying attention to her words as he was led through the motions of the exercise. What he was experiencing though was completely beyond words and totally erotic. Each new pose she placed him in was an intoxicating experience in touch, heightening all of his senses. The professor’s hands lightly caressed his skin as she slowly maneuvered him from one position to the next, deliberately drawing out the poses. Like butterfly wings her finger tips would flutter over his skin, caressing the crook of an elbow or the soft underside of the wrist. The pressure of her hand and subtle squeeze at his thigh making sure he was aligned for the next step was more than Ron could take, making him instantly hard. She passed behind him her breath was hot against his moist back, her hands brushing against his butt.

Ron was watching every move she made with her body, every move of her hand on him, every tilt of her head, every search of her eyes into his, showing playfulness and desire. A searching look that ran over his body, watching his mouth part, drawing in sharp breathes of wanting.

Another part of him though was very aware of the others in the room. Harry and Draco – Ron could hear them, close but far enough away to not hear their bits of talk and mumbled retorts.

For the next position, a backward step and twist, she faced him leaving only inches between them, her hand on his hips. Ron felt a jolt of electricity pass through him as one or two of her fingers slip just under the waistband of his pants, silkily touching his skin there. Her firm, yet gentle hold guided and rotated his hips through the proper rotation of the exercise. She leaned into him, her lips brushing his ear to whisper instructions about gaining effective leverage or something…Ron was losing the battle she was waging on him.

For the last position, the pin, she lowered Ron on to his back, knees bent, she then straddled over his stomach. Although she had a firm grip on his wrists he willingly placed his own hands above his head causing her to pull forward, hovering over him…very close…faces so close, almost touching. Ron could feel her warm sweet breath on his lips, he could make contact with those lips if he just raised his head a little but didn’t. It was torture.

Slowly...every so slowly…painfully slowly she leaned back and pressed her hips against him, feeling his hardness and warmth through his pants and her shorts. Her eyes half closed as she watched him as she moved herself against him. Ron’s eyes widened as his mouth opened, a small gasp escaped. She wanted to taste his lips and mouth, they were full and soft looking, moist and pink – tempting her but she knew she couldn’t. Not here.

Ron was panting now, nearly hyperventilating. She, his professor, the hottest woman he had ever laid eyes on was hot against his groin, grinding into him. Her shorts were bunched up at her hips leaving her bare thighs pressed against his torso.

* I…I…can’t take much more of this…I can’t hold on!! * Ron squeezed his eyes shut at the heavenly sight hovering over him.

“Professor?…” it was a barely audible breathy plea that escaped Ron’s lips.

While Ron’s eyes were pressed shut Durang quickly glanced to Harry and Draco. They were completely focused on each other, arms flailing, angry stiff exhales and grumbles wafted in the air to her ear. She noted that their hair was sticking up in every direction. No, they weren’t paying any attention to her and Ron.

She turned back to Ron who was now trembling underneath her. Durang slid her hands from his wrists along his arms down to his chest, pinching his nipples and lowering herself closer to his ear.

“Ron…” she whispered. His eyes opened, pleading, confusion and desire showed thru his blue eyes.

“Let your self go…” her lips brushed his cheek and pulling up slightly her eyes showed passion and trust. She ground into him again, taunting him ever so slowly.

Ron realized his hands were free and hungrily grabbed her straddling hips, gripping tightly to her bunched-up shorts, his thumbs pressed against her hipbones. He thrust up against her, rubbing against the material that separated them. His hips leaving the mat to make sweet contact with her warmth, she spread her thighs more and arched slightly to press tightly against him and to keep him from throwing her off like a bucking bronco.

She was shaking slightly now, a sheen of sweat covered her skin. Some of Ron’s erratic thrusts managed to make contact her clit, shooting sparks throughout her body.

*Gods! Hurry Ron…hurry! * She thought to herself or she wasn’t going to be able to hold on herself.

A couple for thrusts and he tightened underneath her. Durang covered his mouth to stifle his cry. Ron was spent, gasping for breath. Her hand slid from his mouth, sliding over his lips, feeling his hot ragged breath. She pulled back and placed that hand to her lips, caressing her mouth with the fingertips that had been over is own.

A quick cleaning spell was cast before she stood up and helped him stand. Ron’s legs were a little wobbly and threatening to collapse beneath him. He couldn’t believe what just happened.

*That was…amazing – so…gods! * then *I just came in my pant! With the hottest woman ever straddling me, my teacher! And Harry and Draco in the same room!!!! * The shock of what he had just done hit him.

Durang watched the emotions dance across Ron’s face, she wondered fleetingly if he was going to be able to handle what had happened, then felt relief when he smiled at her. A questioning, confused smile but a smile none the less that made his eye light up.

Without speaking she led him to the door where all the uniforms and robes had been placed from the clothes-switching spell.

“Thank you, Mr. Weasley…Ron. That was very enjoyable.” She handed him his stack of clothes with a warm smile.

“Oh – yeah…. thanks…” was all Ron could think to say.

“You may return to your Dormitory now. I’ll be seeing you next week in class.” With a wink and a squeezed on his arm she sent him off. Opening the door a cold blast of air hit him as he exited. Ron put on his robes over his sweat pants and walked as if in a dream, toward the Gryffindor Common room.

Durang closed the door and leaned her back against it. She throbbed from Ron’s movements against her. A normal rhythm returned to her pulse but desire and a need for release burned in her veins.

She pushed herself from the door and walked toward Harry and Draco……

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