Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger have both returned to Hogwarts as professors at the request of new the Headmaster – Professor Flitwick.
Malfoy, the new potions professor, had no idea that the defence against the dark arts post was open, let alone newly filled by that bloody mud-blood.
The enmity and tension between the old rivals had been simmering for weeks, both of them walking a fine line.
At the end of a busy week, as Professor Granger was clearing away test papers, Malfoy ghosted up behind her, grabbed a handful of her shoulder length bushy hair, twisting her head up and back towards his face.
She gasped, too shocked to process what was happening as Malfoy’s free hand cast a warding spell on the classroom door, slamming it shut.
He twisted her further round so he could look straight into her eyes. He whispered, holding eye contact without blinking;
“I’ve been waiting a long time for this. It’s time to take what you owe me.”
His free hand snapped up, giving her a sharp, hard slap across her face.
She staggered from the shock, held up only by the tight grip on her hair.
Grasping her quickly and tightly by her throat and releasing the grip on her hair, he spun her to face him and pushed her back against the desk.
Hermione noticed something strange. Malfoy’s skin was cold, dry, unlike anything she’d felt since…since the battle. Since the Dementors.
She shivered with fear and anticipation, reached both her hands up to try and wrest Malfoy’s cold grip from around her throat but his grip tightened as she started to choke her. Dimly, as her vision popped and sparked, she realised she’d wet herself.
Another hard slap and a callous whisper
“Struggle if you must, you disgusting mudblood. It won’t achieve anything.”
He leant forward, his tongue flicked out and licked the flushed, livid mark on her cheek.
“You’re mine, Granger. I’m going to enjoy this and in time maybe you will too.”
Hermione’s last thought as Malfoy pushed her to her knees was that his tongue was ice cold too, did that mean…?
She knelt, opened her mouth willingly, oddly excited despite the shame and fear and waited for Draco.
He parted his robes, revealing a tumescent penis; pale, smooth and hairless.
Silently, he grabbed her hair once again and thrust his cock deep into Hermionre’s waiting mouth. She gagged and tried to recoil to regain her breath but could barely move for the grip on her hair.
Malfoy released her and she pulled away, gasping for air. As she rocked forward, another slap rang out, across her rapidly bruising cheek. This time, weak-kneed and unsupported it sent her sprawling onto the flagstones with a whimper.
He pulled her back up to her knees by grabbing a fistful of her robes, dragging her back towards his waiting cock.
Her mind riven by fear and a compulsive desire, she took his cock with one hand and began to stroke it vigorously.
She noticed it was long, and thin, unsurprising given Malfoy himself was tall and lean.
Malfoy moaned “No.” , removed her hand and whispered “No easy way out. You’ll swallow it.”
He thrust back into her mouth and within moments was pulsating to orgasm.
Hermione gulped, swallowing first one then a second and third wave of ice cold semen, the freezing sensation filling her.
She pulled away, grasping his still rigid penis and massaged a last trickle out over her hand.
Malfoy moaned as she licked his penis, regained his composure and shoved her to the floor.
As quickly and silently as he’d appeared, he was gone. Had he apparated? At Hogwarts?
Confused and exhausted, she slumped against the desk. Looking at her hand, she saw the lingering cum. She reached down into her damp robes, stroking herself faster and faster until she came harder than she had since that night in the tent with Harry. Shivering and suddenly aware of her soaked robes and throbbing cheekbone, she wondered when Malfoy would be back. She knew he wasn’t finished and part of her wanted to find out what that ice-pick of a penis would feel like inside her.
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