Detention Deficit
Title: Detention Deficit
Author: Grim (YCNytmare@aol.com)
Summary: Draco. Hermione. Detention. 'Nuff said.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Draco/Hermione
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story.
Author's Note: 7th Year,Discussion of the band Yellowcard. For you, Raffy!
Thanks for the tips Lessa! Please give FEEDBACK! i need it, lol.
~Detention, Snape's Dungeon classroom~
Hermione Granger stood at the sink rinsing beakers, test tubes, and cauldrons from various potion assignments. The insistent nagging voice from beside her caused her eyes to roll. "I still don't see why we can't use our wands for this, house elves should be doing this, not me."
Hermione sighed tiredly and, upon noticing he didn't plan to shut up anytime soon, she finally replied. "Because if we were able to use our wands, it wouldn't be much of a punishment, would it? The only thing you'd be accomplishing is some vague wrist work-outs. Even then, we wouldn't want the Slytherin Prince to exert himself, now would we?" Draco scrunched his eyebrows together and scoffed, "That's Slytherin King to you, future Mrs. Weasel."
Draco had grown out of using the term 'Mudblood' as it got him in more trouble than it was worth saying. Hermione glared at him, "You don't know what you're talking about, Ron and I are just friends. Now just finish cleaning your share of dirty cauldrons and shut your insolent gob." Draco shot daggers at her with his eyes and sneered, "We wouldn't even be in this mess if you hadn't hexed me during potions." Hermione went wide-eyed, and threw her dirty rag, hitting Draco square in the face.
"Excuse me, you ponce, if you hadn't been trying to look down my blouse, and hadn't insulted me when I confronted you, I wouldn't have had to resort to magic." Draco went red in the face, "I had a raging hard-on for three hours because of your little curse, you bloody cow." Hermione perked up and gave him a devilish look, "If I'm such a cow, then why do I find you either looking down my shirt or up my skirt during every class that we have together?"
Draco scoffed again, "I would call it boredom, Granger. Besides, don't even try to deny the fact that you send glances my way." Hermione smiled sarcastically with disdain. She HAD been checking him out. Let's just say Quidditch has been kind to Malfoy. She also noticed that he has looked rather attractive, oh hell, damned gorgeous since he stopped slicking his hair back and letting it flow on either sides of his face.
They continued to scrub in silence until Draco began to quietly sing a song that Hermione was very familiar with. "Draco! How in the bloody hell do you know that song?" Draco snickered, "I saw them play in London over the Summer." At her skeptical look, he scolded her, "I'm not a complete dolt you know, I do listen to some muggle music. Yellowcard just happens to be my favorite. Way Away being the best song of course." Hermione grew a disbelieving look on her face, "No way! Empty Apartment is the best by far." Draco raised his eyebrow, "Actually I take that back, Powder is the best."
Hermione gave an exasperated sigh, "Why would you favor a song about drugs?" Draco groaned, "It's not about the drugs, it's about how the lyrics explain a passionate obsession. Describing every detail of the craving and its consequences. Believe me, I know a bit about obsession!" Draco was now red in the face and staring at Hermione with a gaze that contained so much heat, Hermione felt like she'd been burned. "W-what?" she stammered and licked her suddenly dry lips.
Draco noticed this movement and almost winced as if in pain. "You know exactly what I'm referring to, as you've mentioned earlier." Before Hermione would even allow herself to think, she dropped the beaker she was cleaning in the sink, letting it shatter into millions of pieces and hauled Draco to her lips by the lapels of his robes. Her lips crashed against his fast and hard.
Draco gasped through his nose, but then responded quickly and without hesitation. He put his hands on either side of her head and deepened the kiss when she opened her mouth slightly. He stroked her tongue with hers and both were wrestling to gain control over the other. Both were groaning and moaning into each other's mouths by the time they had to come up for air. Hermione and Draco both stared into the other's eyes and each saw desire mirrored back to them.
Draco picked Hermione up by the waist and sat her on a desk, Hermione didn't struggle, but as soon as her bottom hit the wood of the Potion Master's desk, she ripped away at Draco's robes and shirt. Draco did likewise. As soon as the garments were over their heads their mouths connected again and this time it was all of their pent-up aggression and hunger for each other all rolled into one, creating a kiss that was mind-and lip-numbing.
Draco's hands had somehow moved from her back to her skirt button and soon the article of clothing was pooled on the floor, leaving her in her white cotton bra and panties. Draco felt fingers fumbling at his trousers and he noticed they felt considerably tighter against his groin than before. He was still attacking her with his mouth on her lips and on her neck when he felt the warm hand grasp his throbbing member.
He gasped and began panting. Draco hooked his thumbs into the wasteband of her underwear and slowly and sensually dragged them down her thighs, calves, and finally, letting them drop to the floor. Her aroma ensnared his senses and his eyes almost rolled into the back of his head. He unhooked her bra and instantly, his face was on her chest.
The mixture of Draco's sucking and nipping at her right breast and the rubbing of his Quidditch calloused thumb on her left one, she groaned and wove her fingers through his silver-blonde hair, pushing his head closer to her bosom. Hermione moaned at the loss of the contact when he stepped back to push his pants the rest of the way to the floor. He kicked out of the garments and stepped between her legs.
He dropped to his knees, the discarded clothes providing padding. He spread her legs apart with his hands on her knees and kissed a trail on her thigh and stopped before he approached the center. "Please," she whimpered, needing contact. Hermione gave a sudden loud moan/whimper as she felt Draco's mouth on her burning core. Draco kept his eyes locked on her's while he tounged her and teased her.
A few times he even spread her lower lips with his thumb and forefinger and lightly blew on her center, causing her to shiver, but rewarded her by delving into her heat yet again. He slid his tounge in and out of her and pinched the nubbin at her folds, causing her to shudder and cry out in orgasm. Draco lapped up the liquids that poured from her seeping hole and kissed her passionately so she could taste herself on him.
He then brought his head back and, after bracing his hands on her hips, looked at her as if to ask that silent question. She nodded once and he needed no further convincing. He thrust into her and felt his knees wobble a bit at the wet warmth that surrounded and squeezed at his cock. They both groand out this time and Draco began at a slow pace. After the first few thrusts, they knew this pace wouldn't satisfy them and it soon grew to a heated battle.
Both were bucking pelvic to pelvic and both began to breathe heavily. Both were slamming into each other so hard that the hits and the friction were causing both to give a small cry at each thrust. Draco was now pounding into Hermione and he knew that she'd be sore after this night, they both would. The sounds of slapping could be heard everytime Draco's thighs and testicles slapped against her inner-thighs and mound. Hermione's inner wall's clamped down hard on his throbbing member and he immediately followed her into oblivion. The two collapsed against each other slick with now-cold sweat and with evident exhaustion.
Draco's face was buried in Hermione's wavy hair and after catching his breath, leaned back to look at her. He lifted a hand to pull a strand of hair behind her ear and rubbed her cheek endearingly and kissed her. It was neither hard, nor eager, but full of just as much emotion, if not more. He finally pulled out of her and grabbed his wand from the other end of the long desk and cast a spell to clean them up. He wordlessly helped Hermione off of the desk and handed her clothes to her.
They got dressed in silence and smiled at each other. Just then the dungeon door opened and Professor Snape walked in looking grave as usual, "Your time is up, I hope this taught you a lesson." Draco smirked at him and grabbed Hermione's hand. Hermione and Snape both looked at their intertwined fingers in shock. The students left the classroom smiling at each other and walked down the halls never letting go, not afraid to show the world. Professor Snape frowned and after closing the classroom door and walked further into the room. He stopped a moment and sniffed at the air. "OH, BLOODY HELL!"
The End