Phase Eleven: Professor Granger

Draco sat staring wordlessly ahead as Hermione paced slowly in front of him. The click of her heals echoed off the walls of the cold, empty classroom. Her arms were crossed over her chest and her chin was notched high into the air as she stared down at him through her half-moon glasses.

"Mr. Malfoy," she drawled in barley a whisper as she came to a stop in front of him, "stand up." Draco slid from his desk. His large frame loomed over her small one, but she continued to stare back into his eyes as if it was she that held the power.

Hermione's eyes ran over him leisurely. "You're a naughty boy. I can just tell." She moved around to his back and pressed her breasts against him as she whispered into his ear. "Would you like to know what happens to naughty boys?" Draco swallowed hard and nodded his head, a bit too eagerly he noted with a slight frown.

Draco tensed as Hermione pulled her wand from her pocket and tapped it against her palm. "I am going to ask you a few questions. For every question you guess right, you will be rewarded. But if you answer incorrectly…" she shot him a devilish stare and Draco tensed. She came to a stop in front of him. "Tell me, Mr. Malfoy. How many banes leafs must you add to the Sleeping Expiry Potion in order for the drinker to remain asleep for only three hours."

Draco smirked and haughtily replied, "Easy. Two leafs per hour. So, six."

Hermione quirked an eyebrow as she stepped toward him and pressed her lips onto his. Her eyes drifted shut as she slowly and gently kissed him. She ran a hand down the side of his neck as she began to deepen the kiss and when he opened his mouth, it was her tongue that pushed its way inside.

Draco's eyes widened, but began to drift shut again as she caressed him. He would have never of guessed how inexperienced she really was. She certainly kissed like an expert.

Hermione felt Draco's arms rise in an attempt to wrap around her and she took that moment to break the seal of their lips and spin away from him.

"Correct," she breathed heavily. Draco watched her through hazy eyes as she cleared her throat and began to pace around him. "Next question…"

Draco followed her with unblinking intensity as she moved around him in her tight pencil skirt and tall heels. Faint light was shining through the fogged glass as Hermione came to a stop in front of him. Hermione glowered, "In our fourth year, we shared a Charms class together. One class period you casted a certain hex, unbeknownst to the professor, which happen to of been directed toward me. What was the name of said hex?

Draco tensed. "I… do not recall… I mean," his eyes slid to the side, unable to hold her accusing stare. "I don't think I was the one that casted…" Hermione appeared unimpressed as she moved to his back.

"Wrong."

Draco's eyes widened as her knees suddenly jammed into the back of his legs, causing them to buckle. Her hands moved to his shoulders and pushed downwards and before he could react, he found himself on his knees.

"These slacks are very expensive." He hissed from below her as she moved to his front. "They cost more than –"

"Silence!" she shushed. "You will not speak out of turn." Draco glared up at her mutely until Hermione's hand unexpectedly reached to the zipper on her skirt. Draco's stare deepened as the fabric fell over her hips to pool at her feet. Beneath she wore thin black stockings held up by garters. Lacy black underwear barely covering her womanhood caused moisture to pool in Draco's mouth.

Hermione stepped toward him. "It was the Rictusempra hex. And it caused me to blurt out in idiotic laughter during the Professor's lesson. I was unable to prove it was you so I gained detention for three days." Now inches from him, Hermione suddenly lifted and slung her leg over Draco's left shoulder and tightened herself against him, bringing his face inches from her panty-clad core. "But I knew it was you."

Draco need only look into her intensely unyielding gaze to know what it was he had to do. He lifted his hands to clench roughly onto her thighs, and lifted his warm mouth against her.

Hermione's head flew back and her hands tangled through his hair. She moaned deep and loud as the heated moisture of his mouth soaked through her panties and the sweet torturous pressure of his tongue slid against her quivering womanhood. He grunted against her as his hands moved around to her ass and then up the curve of her lower back.

Hermione's breathy moans filled the otherwise silent classroom. Although staring ahead she could not make out a single object through her blurred vision. She wanted to lose herself in the feel of his heated lips and tongue and had every intention of doing so, and so was surprised when she felt herself finally pull away and take a shaky step back.

Draco was breathing hard, his shoulders hunched and hands clenched on his knees, the mixed moisture from both her soaked opening and his eager mouth shining on his lips.

"Your third and final question" she breathed out, straightening her shoulders and nonchalantly brushing a non-existent hair from her cheek. "The horn of a Re'em mixed with the leaves of a newly sprouted Flutterby bush does what when swallowed?"

Draco nearly growled as he slowly lifted himself to his feet. He had to lean against a desk in order to mask the shaking of his body. The wood groaned in protest beneath the intensity of his frustrated grip.

How in fucks sake would he remember such a mundane potion while she stood staring at him like that? More importantly – how much longer would he be able to refrain from finally taking from her what he craved most of all, completion card or no?

Draco closed his eyes. His muddled mind struggled to search back over the countless number of lessons until he found the answer. "Confidence," he said, opening his eyes. "It sooths the nerves and gives the drinker confidence."

Hermione nodded that his answer was correct, her mouth quirked up as though she had expected nothing less. She stepped forward and dropped to her knees before him. She said nothing as she reached forward and unzipped his pants. She snaked her hand inside and pulled free his manhood in one easy movement.

Draco's chin slumped against his chest and his grip tightened on the table as her lips enclosed around the tip of his member. He breathed out long and deep through his nose as she lowered her head, plunging his stiffness deep into her warm, waiting mouth. On the outward motion, she positioned him so that the ridged roof of her mouth scrapped gently along the over sensitive skin of his cock.

Draco hissed as his hands shot out to grasp either side of her head. As he held her, she could feel him twitch against her tongue. Keeping her completely steady, he began to very slowly move his hips.

Back and forth… he pumped himself in and out of her mouth. Slowly…gently… he had to remind himself. Hermione made groaning noises and Draco growled and clenched his teeth as the moisture began to thicken over his cock and in her mouth.

He began to move faster.

The rhythmic sound of wetness joined the frantic and breathy noises filling the room. Hermione's eyes were staring up into Draco's face, which was contorted into a mixture of pleasure and concentration. His powerful hips were thrusting his large, hard manhood into her eager mouth as far as he dared to go. She could tell he was holding back. She could tell that like she, his body craved something so much more.

Draco pushed himself deep and paused. Hermione nearly gagged in an effort to take him in, and it was still merely half his length. Her hands were on his thighs and she could feel them quivering in an effort to stay motionless. In a devilish impulse, Hermione closed her lips tightly around him and sucked hard.

"Fuck!" Draco finally pulled himself free and threw his hands back to support himself on the table behind him. His cock bounced between them, slick with juices and impossibly hard. His eyes were still tightly closed as his chest rose and fell with his frantic breaths. A few quiet moments passed before he opened his desperate silver eyes to stare down at her. Humor laced his deep tone despite the helpless look on his face.

"This game will be the death of me."