How to Get Dentention From Lupin w/o Really Trying

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I did not create Harry Potter, Remus Lupin, Draco Malfoy or any other person mentioned in this story. They are all characters from the Harry Potter series by J.K. Rowling so I can’t take credit.

Note: I think this story is kind of a cliché, but I couldn’t resist. The other stories I read involved Draco and Harry getting caught by Professor Snape and I think there is one where they get caught by Professor McGonagall. Personally, Professor Lupin would be my first choice J. Read, enjoy and review.

“How to Get a Detention From Professor Lupin Without Really Trying"

Part I: Caught in the Act

Harry Potter tried to concentrate on his divination homework, but his efforts were not working out for him. It seemed that all he could think about was Draco Malfoy and the interaction that had occurred between the two of them after dinner just a few hours ago. It had been a while since Harry had been able to be alone with Draco and the tension building up was beginning to drive him mad.

He turned to page 67 in his divination book, to the chapter that gave an overview of crystal gazing for the young witch or wizard. Harry sighed deeply as he tried to focus on the text. If he were to have a crystal ball in front of him to practice on, he knew that looking into its misty depths would only show him visions of Draco writhing in agony for release at the hands of a domineering Harry Potter. “Blast!” Harry said to himself.

Underneath his black slacks, Harry’s cock throbbed maliciously for attention. He leaned back in his chair and allowed his hand to brush over the bulge, his cheeks flushing with color as he felt his body begin to burn. Harry groaned softly, “Oh, Draco.” He couldn’t stop thinking about his arch rival.

Harry assumed that the hate between him and Draco Malfoy is what made the sex so good.

Slowly, Harry stroked his cock over the fabric of his trousers, using his whole hand to cup as much of its length as he could, the way Draco had done earlier in the hallway. Harry had been walking down the fourth floor corridor when Draco grabbed him by his robe and slammed him against the stone wall. If one had been a witness to the scene, one would never have guessed that it was a push born of simmering sexual desire rather than malice. He grabbed Harry by his dark locks and knocked the back of his head against the stones roughly.

“Bloody hell, Malfoy!” Harry had roared.

And then they were kissing, Draco’s long hands moving up his clothed chest, loosening his Gryffindor necktie. Draco’s tongue had wrapped madly around his as the taller boy’s cock bore into his through their hindering clothing, their pelvises instinctively rocking together. “I’ve been waiting too long for this,” Draco whispered. “It’s been nearly two weeks. I can’t take much more, Harry.” (After the initial rough start of their “relationship“, Draco had finally given in to referring to Harry by his first name.)

“Well, we can’t bloody well shag in our rooms, can we?” Harry said hungrily as his hands threw the black Slytherin robe off of Draco’s shoulders and arms.

“So we’ll fuck in the hallway where anyone can walk by?” Draco moaned, his mouth seeking Harry’s throat greedily, biting at the tender flesh. The thought of being caught excited both of the boys. Imagine Draco Malfoy, head boy of Slytherin House and his nemesis the golden Harry Potter, the-boy-who-lived, romping like two common street urchins in a deserted corridor of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry. Oh, it was too much!

Harry’s fingers tangled in Draco’s white blond hair. “You know you can’t talk like that. . .” He jerked Malfoy’s head up so that he could take his mouth again hungrily, his hand moving down the lighter boy’s abdomen to the obvious bulge between his thighs. He rubbed Draco’s cock teasingly over the fabric of his pants. “What excites you more, Draco, everyone knowing that you give me head or everyone knowing that you let me fuck you up the ass with my cock?”

Oh, that was enough! Draco lunged at Harry, biting the slighter boy’s lip brutally until it was bruised and nearly bleeding. Their tongues met again ravenously as they grinded their hips together once more. “Let someone see us!” Draco said boldly as he ripped open Harry’s white shirt. “Maybe the potions master?”

Harry groaned. “Oh no, don’t go there.” He was already about to burst.

“You’d like him to watch, wouldn’t you?” Draco taunted him as he unbuckled Harry’s belt. “Knowing that he hates both us the way that I hate you and you hate me.” He tore open Harry’s pants and took out his cock. His hand moved up and down on it furiously as he continued to tease the other wizard. (The present Harry, the one who was lost in a haze of touching himself, almost came at this point in the reminiscence but managed to stifle the urge for release.) “You’d like him to watch me fuck you, wouldn’t you? Then he’d see how beautiful your face contorts with your pleasure while in the throes of our passion.”

Draco sank to his knees on the stone floor. Oh god, Harry thought, he’s not going to do it here. Right here in the middle of a moonlit corridor?

“Or maybe Professor Lupin, Harry? How about him? Would you like for him to see me take you?” Draco taunted him from the floor, his hands kneading Harry’s cock and testicles expertly. “Or maybe you’d like to watch him take me?” The thought of the astute Professor Lupin losing his iron clad control and fucking Draco Malfoy on a desk was enough to push any hot-blooded bisexual teenage wizard over the edge. Harry grabbed Draco’s head and shoved his cock into his open mouth, silencing the outpouring of taunts.

Draco was satisfied with this, his eyelids flickering closed over his gray eyes as he lost himself in sucking Harry off. His hands held Harrylendlender hips firmly as he allowed him to thrust his cock in and out of his wet mouth, Harry moaning softly in that adorable way that he does when he is conscious that someone might hear them. His fingers fisted Draco’s moon white hair as he started to come, saying his lover’s name breathlessly. He was almost there. Oh, he could feel it rising in his loins . . .

There was a sound of impending footsteps near by, but the two boys were lost. Harry would kill Draco if he stopped now, now when he was so close. Yes, he thought carelessly, let whoever is approaching find us here like this. I don’t care. All he cared about was riding the tight sheath of Draco’s mouth amorously. He grunted. He was almost there. He was aware of Draco’s fingers moving to massage his tight ball sac as the footsteps became louder and Draco took him even deeper into his throat. His pelvis kept moving as the sound got closer. He couldn’t think about that now. He’d think about that afterwards. . .

His fingers ruffled Draco’s hair. “Oh god, Draco,” he moaned, his back arching against the stone wall. He was so close. . .

“Harry? Draco?” a shocked Professor Lupin had said.

Harry groaned loudly at this and came violently against Draco’s mouth, holding the boy’s head tightly with both hands so that he would be forced to swallow every drop of his climax. When he opened his eyes, he saw Draco’s gray gaze below him, wide with surprise.

Coming up from the floor, Draco possessively pulled Harry’s pants up to cover his naked pelvis. Harry was still dazed and panting as he attempted to clear the haze of his mind-blowing orgasm from his brain, his arm falling around Draco‘s shoulders. Draco waited in anticipation for Professor Lupin’s reaction.

“Boys,” the professor cleared his throat as he shook his head. “Not in the hallway.”

“So-sorry, Professor,” Draco stammered.

Harry came to, aware of Draco’s hands holding up his undone trousers. “Professor Lupin,” Harry said softly.

“You won’t tell anyone?” Draco exclaimed.

“No, I won’t tell anyone. However, this incident will earn you both a detention for tomorrow afternoon in my classroom.”

“Yes, Professor Lupin,” Draco replied in an uncharacteristically obedient manner.

The present Harry, alone in his dorm room, came in the tight fist of his hand thinking about Draco’s shocked expression and Professor Lupin’s gleaming amber eyes catching the two boys in the act.


Part II: Detention

Harry found it even more difficult to concentrate the next morning when he got up and got dressed for breakfast. He looked at the clock. Only an hour until potions class with Draco. Only four hours until DADA with Professor Lupin and only three hours after that until detention.

He sighed. It was a wonder to him how he ever got any of his homework done with his hormones racing all the time.

Ron and Hermione met him the common room. “Morning, Harry,” they both greeted him cheerfully.

“Morning,” he replied morosely.

“What’s with you?” Ron asked.

“Bloody divination homework,” he replied quickly. He was thankful that his robe was buttoned up so they couldn’t see the real cause of his mood; his sex standing at half-mast beneath his slacks.

Breakfast was irritating and potions was even worse because Snape paired Harry and Draco up yet again because they had exchanged scathing words during his lecture. “Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Potter,” Snape said in his low, monotone voice. “I’m beginning to think that you rather like being forced to work together.” You don’t know the half of it, Harry thought as his eyes grazed over Draco‘s aristocratic face. They were both careful not to smile at each other once during the class and betray their true feelings.

“I hate you,” Harry said softly under his breath as he leaned in close to drop some ingredients into their mutual cauldron.

“Not as much as I despise you,” Draco commented, stirring the y liy liquid.

Their DADA class was more normal than the two could have anticipated given the situation that Professor Lupin had caught them in only yesterday. If Lupin was thinking about the erotic scene while he taught, his mannerisms certainly didn’t reflect it at all. Harry again gazed at the clock. Two hours, he thought to himself. What would Lupin have in mind for their punishment? Cleaning the classroom in their boxers possibly? Perhaps polishing trophies for the millionth time? Or worse . . . Harry sank down a little lower in his seat, draping the folds of his robe closer to his lap as it began to throb. Would Professor Lupin make Draco and Harry perform a scene similar to last night right here in his classroom in front of his very eyes?

Harry’s eyes cautiously found Draco’s across the room. They exchanged a silent look of strained understanding.

The anticipation began to gnaw at Harry as Professor Lupin continued to lecture enthusiastically, his long, slender fingers fluttering and moving in the air expressively. It registered again in Harry’s mind that the honorable Remus Lupin was a werewolf. Who knew the secrets behind those gorgeous amber eyes . . .

Finally detention came. Harry and Draco both had to miss Quidditch practice, but neither of them really cared. Draco waited for Harry outside Ms. Trelawney’s divination classroom, brandishing every Gryffindor student who exitecharcharming scowl of superiority.

“Potter!” he said nastily as he looked through the doorway and saw that Harry was one of the last to leave, Ron and Hermione at his side. “Detention,” he reminded him, as if he needed to be reminded. After all, he’d thought of nothing else all day.

“What does he want?” Ron smirked at Harry.

“Draco and I have detention today with Professor Lupin,” Harry said. He realized with a flush that he had referred to Malfoy by his first name.

“Draco?” Hermione said to Ron as Harry walked swiftly towards their enemy.

“Come on then,” Draco said and they set out together for the DADA classroom.


Professor Lupin stood up from his desk when the two boys entered his classroom. “Close the door,” he told Harry, and the darker of the two wizards did as he was instructed. Together he and Draco walked up to the front of the room and stood before the professor to see what the sentencing of their crime would consist of.

“What you two boys were doing last night in the hallway was most inappropriate,” Professor Lupin began, his hands in his baggy tweed slacks. “Not to say that I haven’t had the experience of encountering a couple of students making out in a an abandoned classroom in my time here, but not doing that. I’m very disappointed, especially in you Harry, that you didn’t exercise better judgment. Anyone could have walked by and seen you - Professor Snape, Professor McGonagall, even Headmaster Dumbledore.”

Harry spoke up, “I’m sorry, Professor. It’s just that we got rather, er, caught up.”

“I understand, Harry, but you and Draco should know better. You’ve been at this school for several years now and you know the rules better than anyone. Draco you‘re a prefect, you are intended to be a role model for your fellow students!”

“Yes, pssorssor,” they both nodded sheepishly.

“Now, I’m willing to forget what I saw last night and not tell a soul, but I cannot dismiss my duty to discipline each of you for the incident.”

Oh, here it comes, Harry thought.

“You’re going to work together and clean up every inch of this classroom until it is spotless without magic, is that understood?ÿfesofessor Lupin said sternly.

The two boys groaned, “Yes, Professor.”

“Good, I’ll be in my office if you need me,” the professor said softly as he turned on his heel to walk up the stairs leading up to the circular chamber directly behind the classroom.

Draco looked at Harry, “Do you think he really wants us to clean?"

“What do you mean?” Harry asked roughly. “Of course he wants us to clean.”

“My father will hear of this!”

“Shut-up, Malfoy,” Harry said irritably. “What would you tell him? ‘Gee, dad, I hope you won’t be mad, but I was sucking off my nemesis Harry Potter in a corridor, and we were caught by Professor Lupin who then made us clean his classroom!’” Harry mocked Draco’s snotty tone perfectly.

Draco burned with anger, but let the verbal lashing go, not wanting Harry to get anymore wound up than he already was.

The boys were silent as they began to clean, dusting off tables and picking up loose bits of paper from the floor.

“You know,” Harry said to Draco conversationally. “I guess this isn’t so bad considering . . .”

“Considering what, Potter?” Draco sneered.

“I mean, we could have been suspended or he could have notified your father. And it had been two weeks.”

“Yes, well, two weeks for you. Looks like it’ll be another two for me,” Draco lamented as he grudgingly straightened the papers on Professor Lupin’s desk.

“Is that what’s bothering you?” Harry teased him. “The fact that I got off and you didn’t?”

“Shut-up, Harry.”

“No,” Harry said, laughing softly as he walked towards the lighter boy. “That’s it, isn’t it?”

“Shhh,” Draco silenced him. “The prsor sor will hear you.”

Harry lowered his voice as he stood very near Draco, his hand absently moving to grasp the Slytherin’s hand. “You’re all revved up, aren’t you?”

“Harry. . .” Draco whispered. He attempted to push the slighter boy away as he backed him up against the professor’s desk. “Don’t.”

Harry looked over Draco’s shoulder to see if Professor n con could see them. Certain that the teacher could not, his hands moved over Draco’s lean hips and to his thighs. He leaned in very close to the lighter wizard’s face. “It’s only fair, Draco, after all. It was my turn,” he whispered seductively. He bent so that his nose lightly brushed Draco’s burning cheek. “Remember? Last time was in the astronomy tower two weeks ago and I made you come. An eye for an eye, just like our agreement.” His hand suddenly moved between Draco’s legs and cupped his hardening sex. “And, now, I believe it’s your turn . . .”

“Can you boys not keep your hands off each other for one afternoon?” Professor Lupin stood in the doorway of his office, shaking his head.

Harry licked his lips slowly, his emerald eyes looking up at the teacher with a twinkle in their glassy depths.

Draco’s face manifested alarm. What was Harry thinking? He gently grabbed hold of Harry’s robe as he moved away from him but to no avail.

Harry climbed up a couple of steps so that his gaze was even with Lupin’s as he stood still in the doorway. “Professor, I find it very hard to concentrate on my studies and even on detention when my lover is so unsatisfied.”

Draco smacked himself in the forehead. “Harry,” he warned. He was blushing madly beneath the velvet gaze of his DADA professor, which moved back in forth between the two boys.

“Is that true, Mr. Malfoy?” Lupin asked. “Are you unsatisfied?”

“Answer him honestly, Draco,” Harry demanded.

Draco forced himself to look into Lupin’s eyes. “Yes, professor. That’s correct. Our activities last night were cut short, and I find that my concentration today has suffered considerably.”

“Well,” Lupin said, his hands in his pockets once more. “That simply will not do.” He stepped past Harry so that he could stand between the two boys at a distance and talk to both of them. “How long has this love affair been going on?” he asked carefully.

“I wouldn’t refer to it as a ‘love’ affair,” Draco snapped.

“Then what is it, Mr. Malfoy?” Lupin challenged him.

“I don’t know,” Draco admitted honestly. “Sex?”

“It’s mohan han that,” Lupin told him, shaking his head again.

Harry’s scarred head was starting to hurt. “It’s been going on for about a year, professor,” he attempted to change the direction of the conversation back.

“And how did it begin?” Lupin asked.

“With a fist fight,” Draco said softly as he turned around. He leaned on Lupin’s desk and looked down at the dusty surface sullenly. “After a particularly nasty Quiddith match.”

“Draco busted my nose. I busted his lip,” Harry chimed in.

“And one thing led to another?” Lupin asked thoughtfully.

“Yes,” the two boys agreed.

“And you’ve been hiding it from everyone, I assume?”

“You’re the first to know,” Harry ssoftsoftly.

“And we don’t want anyone to know,” Draco added.

“I see,” Lupin said. He was pacing now across the wooden platform at the front of the classroom as he tried to decide what his next administrative move should be. “So, I assume you boys don’t think that my punishment is fair?”

“Shouldn’t the punishment fit the crime?” Harry said suddenly. “Isn’t that what you’ve always said, professor?”

“Yes, Harry,” Lupin mused. “I have always said that, but you two seem to punish yourselves for this thing between you everyday.”

“You can punish us too, professor,” Harry said softly. “A different way.”

Lupin looked at the young wizard quizzically. “What do you mean?”

Harry, oh no Harry, oh no, Draco was thinking. He knew exactly what Harry meant. Harry slowly walked towards Draco, a clever smile forming on his delectable lips. No, Draco thought. That was a fantasy, Harry. It’s not supposed to really happen . . .

Harry’s fingers deftly spirited over Draco’s jaw line and to his chin, cupping it. His eyes looked deeply into his lover’s as he leaned forward to capture his mouth in an intimate kiss. “Kiss me back,” Harry whispered. “It’s just like we said.” Draco did as he was instructed, allowing Harry’s lips to open over his and the darker wizard’s tongue to snake against his. He moaned softly into Harry’s mouth hungrily. “Just like we imagined,” Harry mused as his hands pushed Draco’s robe off of his slender shoulders and arms to the surface of the desk.

Draco looked into Harry’s eyes, light gray meeting green, and he couldn’t help but kiss him again. Harry’s fingers undid his necktie before delicately pulling apart the buttons of his white dress shirt. Alabaster white, Draco Malfoy’s skin greeted Harry’s eyes with a magnificence that said “taste me”. Harry bent down and began to leave a trail of kisses down his enemy’s long chest and abdomen, his tongue circling and teetteeth leaving scant marks here and there on the milky plain. Draco moaned Harry’s name as his fingers tangled in the raven hair at the nape of his neck, sifting the feather soft tendrils. Draco tried not to look at Professor Lupin leaning against the wall aways from them, watching silently with lecherous golden eyes. Wolf’s eyes, Draco reminded himself. No, he couldn’t look at Lupin, couldn’t think of Lupin watching them together even if it somehow turned him on, because then he would stiffen beneath the weight of his own nervousness. No, he decided dizzily as Harry’s mouth moved over his ribs, his teeth biting down until Draco cried out in pleasure-laced pain. I must imagine it is just the two of us, and then I can be unhinged.

Draco abandoned himself to the overwhelming feeling that Harry making love to him invoked from within him. Harry had stood up, and he was kissing Draco’s lips again, tasting him as deeply as he could as his fingers fumbled with the Slytherin’s belt buckle. He ripped open Draco’s pants and took out his cock, admiring for the hundredth time its weight and promise of dexterity. “You’re so hard,” Harry whispered intimately against Draco’s ear as his fist began to move up and down on the swollen skin. “Do you want me to fuck you?” he taunted him. “Huh?” He brutally turned Draco around and leaned him against the desk, pulling his trousers down so that he could press his own hard pelvis against Draco’s ass. The feel of Draco’s naked body against his clothed cock was maddening. He grinded against his lover painstakingly. “Answer me!” Harry demanded.

“Yes,” Draco moaned. “Yes, I want you to fuck me.”

Harry excitedly began to rip open his own pants, pulling out his ready weapon. He knew he would hurt Draco without sufficient lubrication, but he didn’t really care at this point. Holding the lighter boy’s hips firmly he thrust up into him to the hilt. Draco wailed in pain, but bucked his ass back against Harry’s pelvis submissively. Harry fucked him slowly, drawing his cock in and out of Draco’s anus, which seemed to be made only for him. It fit perfectly around the hot skin of his member as he slid in and clung to him as he drew out. “Oh, Draco,” Harry found himself moaning.

Leaning against the wall, Professor Lupin shifted his legs uncomfortably. He stood with arms crossed over his lean chest. The pain in his groin was nearly unbearable, but he refused to take the already inappropriate charade to a whole new level by touching himself in front of the boys. He would grin and bare it, watching the two lovers intently, memorizing each caress and kiss and thrust between them so that he could rehash it in his mind later when he was alone. They were just lucky it wasn’t a full moon . . .

Harry leaned back slightly so that he could watch himself plunging in and out of Draco’s willing body. Draco meanwhile rubbed his own erection painstakingly against the hard edge of Professor Lupin’s desk, his hips rocking forward in agony while Harry penetrated him. He was very close to release and he was certain that this was the best it had ever been. Harry gripped his hips brutally again, leaving red marks on his fair skin as he cried, “I’m going to come, Draco.” Draco bucked back against him more forcefully, riding Harry’s cock as Harry’s cock rode him. Harry pressed his body firmly against his as he felt his orgasm rising, the sensation of their naked torsos meeting so completely causing both of the boys to shudder with pleasure. Harry’s hand moved over Draco’s cock, fisting it and working it as he made the final few thrusts up into his body. His arm locked tightly around Draco’s chest, he moaned against him as he started to come. “Draco,” he groaned, emptying himself into his lover. Draco cried out as if he was in pain as his own orgasm hit, his seed spilling over Harry’s fingers as the slighter boy’s hips jerked against his backside.

Harry held onto Draco for a long moment, their bodies still pressed snuggly together, as they panted and tried to regain their breaths.

Nearby, Professor Lupin began to clap. He walked slowly towards them. “That was quite a display,” he said, his hands moving back into his pockets.

Harry sighed against Draco’s shoulder blade. “I’ve been waiting for that for weeks.” Suddenly embarrassed by Lupin’rutirutinizing gaze, he moved to pull up his pants. Draco did the same.

The two boys looked at the professor languidly.

“You’ve served your detention admirably,” Professor Lupin said gently. “And now you are free to go.”

“Thank you, professor,” Harry said softly. Draco was silent at his side as they gathered their belongings and exited the classroom.

The two lovers walked down the corridor in silence, grave at the uncertainty of when their next meeting would be.

“See you around,” Malfoy said as he headed towards the entrance to Slytherin House.

“Yeah, see you,” Harry said morosely as he watched Draco gracefully drift away from him, svelte and cat-like. Harry Potter gave a deep sigh.


~~Epilogue~~
(One week later)

“Mr. Malfoy, did you have something that you wanted to share with the rest of the class?” Professor Lupin said to the blond Slytherin just as he was a relating a particularly nasty account of how he had knocked Harry Potter off of his broom at Quidditch practice yesterday.

“No, Professor Lupin,” Draco said sheepishly. His gray gaze caught Harry’s across the room. Draco saw something meant only for him in those green eyes of his, and Harry’s lips were twitching slightly as if he meant to give him a coy smile. Draco nodded nonchalantly to the dark haired wizard and then turned back to his lackeys Crabbe and Goyle. He began to talk robustly so that he nearly drowned out the professor’s lecture, “And then I asked Potter why he had fallen off his broom, and he had the nerve to call me a -”

“Mr. Malfoy!” Professor Lupin exclaimed.

“Shut-up, Draco!” Harry Potter practically roared, standing up from his seat. Hermione tugged on his robe and said his name softly, but he wouldn’t sit back down. “You’re nothing but a spoiled, brainless-”

“Harry!” Professor Lupin interjected.

“At least I have parents!” Draco dealt a low blow as he too stood up.

“You bastard!” Harry nearly lunged at the blond boy.

“That’s enough!” Professor Lupin bellowed sternly. “Sit down, both of you.”

The two boys slowly sank back into their seats. Harry was trying desperately not to laugh, sealing his lips together in a way that made them twitch with his mirth so that he appeared as if he might cry instead. Draco eyed him across the room with mock contempt.

A look of realization washed over Professor Lupin’s handsome features. “Mr. Malfoy. Mr. Potter,” he said softly, nodding to each of them. “You have both earned a detention in my classroom this afternoon for your outbursts. I expect to see you at 4 o‘clock sharp, not a moment later.”

With that, Harry Potter gave a blissful, satisfied sigh. “Yes, Professor Lupin,” he said as unhappily as he could.

Draco’s tone mirrored Harry’s, “Yes, Professor Lupin.”