Sugar Quills

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this tale, and receive no proceeds from it. All borrowed courtesy of Ms. J.K. Rowling.

SUGAR QUILLS

Hermione nibbled at her sugar quill as Professor Malfoy lectured on the various methods of defending oneself from the Imperius Curse. Normally, she paid close attention, but this afternoon was particularly difficult as it would be her last class of the year. At last, she would take her final exams and be a fully qualified witch.

A secretive smile graced her lips as she thought of why this was so important to her. At eighteen Hermione was still a virgin, not by choice, for she would have loved to have rid herself of that burden ages ago. But rather, it was because no one wanted to date someone who had aided in the defeat of the most evil wizard of their times. Boys would look, but none were bold enough to touch.

Hermione knew that she had to take matters into her own hands. This year she had returned with her bushy hair slightly tamed. Her figure had always been nice, but her best assets were her legs and her breasts. She’d had a late growth spurt that left her with legs that seemed to start under her armpits. However, not all the shapely calves in the world could tempt the boys at Hogwarts to brave asking Hermione out. Which led Hermione to the thoughts that she was currently entertaining. Seducing Professor Malfoy.

Lucius Malfoy had used his wealth and connections to weasel out of prosecution for his involvement with the Death Eaters. As part of an unofficial community service, Lucius had to teach a class at Hogwarts. Personally, Hermione felt that Dumbledore was behind that move. A sort of “keeping enemies closer” tactic to keep an eye on Lucius’ activities, just the sort of thing Dumbledore would do. Hopefully, Dumbledore felt comfortable enough to relax in his close surveillance of Lucius.

It was during his term as a professor that Hermione had come to the conclusion that the senior Malfoy was absolutely delicious. Just the sound of his cultured voice brought shivers of desire coursing down her spine. Her skin seemed to prickle whenever he passed her. Hermione felt that sudden rush of awareness, and quickly dropped the sugar quill she had been nibbling. At once, she realised Professor Malfoy stood directly in front of her.

“Do you agree, Miss Granger?” asked Lucius pointedly.

The question seemed to appear out of nowhere. Suddenly, Hermione realised that Lucius had picked up on her inattention, and she would have to pay.

“Pardon, sir. I’m not sure I understand the question. Could you repeat it?” Hermione hoped this tactic would at least spare her some of her public humiliation at being caught unprepared.

Lucius smiled coldly, his eyes surveying the girl in front of him. He had noticed her smiling and knew it had nothing to do with his lecture. It angered him that her attention had wandered. Especially, that it had happened during his class. Lucius was a very demanding professor. He treated his students as adults and, surprisingly, got very good results from it. Of course, he was careful not to tread on Potter’s toes, him being the saviour of the wizarding world. Lucius knew it would not be wise to have the Ministry on his case unnecessarily. Sometimes one had to concede the occasional battle in order to win the war. And the only war Lucius cared for was one that lined his pockets and gave him more power. Speaking of which, Lucius could feel a small surge of said power flowing through him currently, as he prepared to humiliate the Granger wench.

'Damned Mudblood,' he thought.

“Well, Miss Granger, perhaps if you paid attention, instead of dreaming of little red-headed children crying, ‘Mummy,’ you would actually know that I asked if you agreed that detention was the appropriate setting for learning to throw off the Imperius Curse.” Lucius’ lips lifted in a sketch of a smile.

Hermione’s eyes widened as she realised how neatly she’d been caught.

“See me after class, Miss Granger,” hissed Lucius.

Hermione closed her eyes briefly, vainly attempting ward off her utter embarrassment. But she knew that embarrassment was the price she had to pay in order to have a chance to bed Lucius. However, it did not mean she was looking forward to finding out what her vindictive professor had planned for her. Lucius was famous for his inventive detentions. He somehow found out what you least liked and usually incorporated into your punishment. Like the time he had Ron help Filch clear the cobwebs from every corner of the dungeons. Ron was never again late with an assignment for Lucius. However, Hermione was hoping to spend her detention with Lucius himself and hopefully to enjoy it immensely.

After class, Hermione approached Lucius’ desk half in dread, half in anticipation. Lucius sat at the corner of the desk.

“Well, Miss Granger, what do you have to say for yourself? What were you thinking of that impeded your normal concentration? Entertaining thoughts of Weasley, were you?” accused Lucius. “I’ll not have you wasting my valuable time, while you have lewd daydreams in my class.”

Hermione’s cheeks began to burn, as did her temper. “Professor, I was not daydreaming about sex. It may come as a surprise to you, but not all teen-agers are so hormonal. I am sorry I was not paying attention. But as Head Girl, I have had to help plan next week's festivities, and I was simply making sure that I hadn’t forgotten anything.”

This lie slipped smoothly from Hermione’s lips as she’d had the remainder of class to think of a plausible explanation.

Lucius looked at her in disdain, “I don’t care what preoccupied your tiny mind. Don’t let it happen again.”

He stood up and went behind his desk. Hermione turned to leave, when she heard. “Your detention is at seven o’clock, in my office. Do not be late.”

Hermione hurried out the door before more punishment was forthcoming.

Hermione was glad to reach her room. This year she had a private room as Head Girl. She threw down her books. Thank Merlin she had no more homework. She could concentrate on making the most of her looks. Tonight she wanted Lucius to fuck her. Hermione knew that she wanted her first time to be incredible. Who could be better than Lucius Malfoy? He was sexy, experienced, and very, very bad. He probably knew more ways to please a woman than she could ever imagine.

Just the idea of Lucius touching her made Hermione warm. It made her more than warm. The thought of Lucius touching her in all her forbidden places made Hermione’s skin burn. Soon her hands were tugging her skirt up and panties down. Her fingers stroked her lips before opening them with one finger. Stroking her clitoris lightly, Hermione slipped another digit inside her. Soon another finger joined and she pumped her pussy vigorously. Imagining Lucius’ thick cock pounding her, she pushed harder. She pinched her nipples through her bra after pushing her shirt open. She could almost feel Lucius’ long fingers plucking at them.

“Oh…oh…yesss…”she moaned softly.

Swiftly, her orgasm came. Hermione lay limply on her bed. Something about Lucius just made her come apart so swiftly. She was so often at the edge of creaming herself in class, that sometimes all Hermione had to do was cross her legs to trigger a response.

Eventually, she undressed and showered. With a feline smirk gracing her lips, Hermione lathered her skin with her favourite body cream. It was time to start preparing for tonight. Lucius would never know what hit him.