Oneshot: Maybe I Like It (Draco/Rose)
Title: Maybe I Like It
Author: sarahyyy
Rating: NC-17 for sex, graphic wanking and blowjob
Character/Pairing: Draco/Rose
Word Count: 2592
Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, own anything.
A/N: This has been dragging on for too long. It's really only thanks to 750words.com that I've finished it. =D First time writing anything sexual graphically, so please be kind. XD ALSO, Rose is in her seventh year in this fic so they are both consenting adults. =)
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Draco’s grip on her hair tightened as she ran her tongue up the underside of his hardness, her teeth grazing lightly along his skin, finally taking the head fully in her mouth. He let out a feral groan as she sucked tightly, slowly taking him bit by bit till he was finally engulfed in her hot mouth.
“Deeper,” he hissed, his fists tangling hard in her hair and pulling as she obeyed unquestioningly, “More.”
She deep throated him and watched him go into a fit of pleasure under her lashes.
“Fuck, yes, don’t stop,” he grunted, “Merlin, yes. Been dreaming about your mouth on my cock for so fucking long… Feels so good…”
Her hands moved from his hips lower down until she was gripping his arse, digging her nails into his skin. She pulled her mouth free from his erection with a little pop and began to lick at the base of his erection and up a throbbing vein.
“Fuck,” he growled, “In your mouth now. I want to come in your mouth.”
She did as he asked to, taking him back in her mouth and sucking on him hard. As he felt the tip of her tongue skim along his oozing slit, his fingers clutched furiously at her long hair, he came hard into her mouth.
A slow, satisfied smirk tipped up her lips as she pulled away from his cock and Draco opened his eyes to focus slowly on her face before he bolted up from his bed, the scene from his head dissolving into the darkness of his bedchambers, mortified.
He took one look at the stained sheets around him before letting out a string of curses. Shuddering, he moved to the adjacent room -his potions store room, the only perk of being the Potions Master of Hogwarts was that he got free flow of potions - to make himself a sleeping draught, telling himself that there was no way that dream happened.
There was no way that he-
He couldn’t have-
He shook his head to rid his mind of thoughts. Two pinches of asphodel, three wormwoods…just enough to ensure that he would have a dreamless sleep tonight.
He let out a shaky breath as visions flooded him again. Her kneeling in front of him, his prick in her mouth. His hands fisted in her fiery red hair. Her looking up at him, her bright blue eyes piercing into his.
Stop.
He downed his potion. This was insanity.
It couldn’t have happened.
But it did.
That was the first night Draco Malfoy dreamt of Rose Weasley.
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He stole a glance at her. She was sitting in between Scorpius and Optimus, furiously scribbling on her potions test while the two boys copied blatantly from her paper, thinking that he never noticed every time they did it. Finishing her test with a flourish, she sat back, her arms crossed across her chest, her lips tipping up in a slow smirk as Optimus snatched her paper away gleefully, much to Scorpius’ chagrin.
Draco froze in his seat.
It was the exact same look that he had pictured the night before in his dream. At that revelation, he felt the first tingles of arousal at his groin. He bit his cheeks to contain his groan.
‘No,’ he thought to himself savagely, ‘Not here. Not now. Not her.’ But still his cock hardened steadily. Draco bit his tongue to keep from growling. Why did the worst things happen only to him?
His eyes scanned the surroundings. Everyone was focused on their papers, too busy to be noticing him. Muttering a curse -something general, cursing the Weasleys, cursing his forefathers, cursing Merlin, cursing the whole world-, he reached into his robes to grab his cock roughly and stroked himself, keeping his eyes subtly in the direction of Rose Weasley.
Scorpius murmured something to her and she gasped before slapping him on the shoulder. Optimus was still scribbling furiously away on his paper. He focused his eyes back onto Rose. She was pouting then sticking her tongue out at Scorpius.
Draco grinned sardonically. He was probably going to hell for this. She wasn’t just his student -first Slytherin Head Girl in a long time to boot-; she was probably his son’s girlfriend too.
His hips bucked subconsciously as Rose sucked on her lower lip, pulling her paper away from Optimus to check her answers.
He definitely shouldn’t be doing this, he thought as he swiped precum off the head of his cock before spreading it over the head of his cock. It was perverse. She was young enough to be his daughter! But still his fist continued to pump his erection, his balls tightening in pleasure.
He envisioned his dream. The feeling of her hot, wet mouth on his cock… Draco came long and hard, but managing to keep his face emotionless as his orgasm rocked through him, just as she lifted her head to look straight into his eyes.
“Professor, are you alright?”
He gave her one curt nod, and went back to marking his assignments.
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The next time it happened, Draco was sure it was a dream. There was no other explanation, really, to the scene in front of him besides that.
Rose, deliciously naked, was laid out on his bed like an offering. Her hands were bounded to the bedposts with what seemed like green silk and she was pulling against her bonds, yearning to be free of them so that she could bring herself some relief.
“Professor,” she moaned as she caught sight of him, “Professor, please.”
Draco smirked. “Stop pulling against the bonds, minx, the more you pull, the stronger they get.”
She groaned as he climbed onto the bed, kneeling in between her open legs. “Professor, I can’t take it anymore,” she moaned, “Touch me, please Professor, please.”
Draco’s smirk grew as he slid his fingers teasingly over her thigh. She jerked against her bonds and cried out in need, her breathing growing more erratic.
“Professor…”
With one finger, he slowly circled her clit. She bucked against him, yearning for more friction, for more anything. He chuckled and slid one finger into her slowly.
“Oh sweet Salazar,” she moaned as he started to fuck her with his finger, “More.”
At her command, he stopped his ministrations. Waving his hand in a flourish, he wandlessly undid her bonds before getting off the bed and sitting on the chair opposite the bed.
“Touch yourself, minx,” his voice was still smooth and calm, not betraying his want for her, “Show me how you pleasure yourself.”
She smirked as she ran her hands over herself, stopping to palm her breasts, squeezing lightly. “Every time I touch myself, Professor, I think of you, did you know that?” she purred breathily, “Every time I finger myself,” she inserted a finger into her wet cunt to illustrate her words, “I imagine your cock in me.”
Draco palmed his hardening cock through the fabric of his trousers. “Continue,” he ordered.
“I imagine your hands all over me,” she moaned as she continued to pleasure herself, alternating between teasing flicks and hard strokes on her clit, “I imagine your mouth all over me.”
She raised a hand to squeeze her breast watching him stroke himself under hooded eyes before murmuring slowly, “And now you’re here, Professor, why do I still have to imagine? Why do it myself when you can do it better?”
She smirked and Draco knew he was a goner.
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Draco pinched the bridge of his nose as he sent another student out of his office and sighed. He hated this part of his job. It was the most inane, most ridiculous thing that any professor ever had to do.
Career Advice Day.
He was a Potion's professor, for Merlin's sake, not a bloody counselor!
He'd have liked to think that his seventh year Slytherin students were mature enough to be able to make decent decisions as to career options, but no, his students just had to be the worst of the lot. Coming in and proclaiming that they can live on family fortunes, insisting that they will be able to do anything and everything they want to when “the right time comes”; he didn't even want to think of how many times he'd heard those today.
He shook himself out of his thoughts at the knock on his door. “Come in,” he ordered.
And there she was. He suppressed a groan but it was all that he could do. His nether regions seemed to be resisting all his attempts at being proper. He seemed to be in an almost constant state or arousal when he was around her. It was maddening.
“Miss Weasley,” he said professionally (or as professionally as a man who really wanted to kick himself in the ass could), “Take a sit.”
Rose did as he said and for a moment, all she did was to look at him, stare into his eyes and just observe. He panicked briefly, wondering if she could tell that all he wanted to do was to push her against the wall and take her so hard she would have trouble walking for days.
He hoped she couldn't.
“I don't know what I want to do,” Rose finally said, not wanting to beat around the bush, apparently.
Draco arched an eyebrow. He'd expected better of her, really. “You excel in everything you do; surely you can come up with something better than 'I don't know what I want to do'?”
She sighed at his look. “I want to do something different,” she murmured, looking wistful, “I have always wanted to be a healer when I was younger, but then Victoire and Teddy did that and I don't want to have to follow behind them or to have to live up to their expectations. My whole life I’ve been the Weasley that was different; it shouldn’t change.”
Draco frowned as he listened.
“I'll always be 'Harry Potter's niece' if I become an Auror, or 'Ginny Potter's niece' if I become a Quidditch player,” Rose sighed again, “And everyone expects me to do something spectacular, something like mum and I know I’m going to have to disappoint everyone,” she finished before turning to look expectantly at him.
“You aren’t,” he replied automatically, “You have the best N.E.W.T. results Hogwarts has seen in decades.”
She gave him a wry look. “That's because mum didn't manage to take hers.”
He laughed. “You have a point,” he conceded, “but you're one hell of a seeker too.”
“So is Uncle Harry,” was her sharp retort.
He stroked his chin, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. “Essentially, you want a job that no one in your family has.”
She nodded.
He snorted at that. “Tough luck with the size of your family.”
She managed a grin at that. “I know.”
He made a few notes in his notepad before turning to look back up at her. “Teach,” he said finally.
“Pardon?” she asked.
“Teach,” he repeated, standing up (and feeling thankful for the Disillusionment Charm he has on his crotch) and walking to the cupboard behind her to retrieve a few application forms that he thought might help. “We could use younger professors around Hogwarts and I heard the Charms professor, Professor Montrose, is resigning her job at the end of the school year.”
Her mouth dropped slightly, as if she'd never even considered such an option. “B-b-but...”
He gave her a look, as if reading her mind. “Professor Longbottom isn't really related to you, is he? You’ll be different. No one would think that you’d do this.”
She grinned before jumping out of her seat to tackle him in an unexpected hug-
Only to pull away quickly as she felt his cock twitched against her.
“Professor-” she started to say but Draco, horrified, moved to the door and opened it.
“That will be all, Miss Weasley,” he gritted out curtly, “Tell the other students that I will be postponing their session to tomorrow.”
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He started wanking the moment she left his office - angrily pulling at his cock, trying to wash away her look of absolute horror. He was humiliated and his face burned with the embarrassment of it all, but it did nothing to make him want her less.
He growled at that thought and tugged harder at his cock, relishing in the pain -pleasure, whatever- it gave him and moaned out loud.
There was a knock on his door and before he could even remember that he’d forgotten to place a locking charm on the door, it creaked open and she slipped in.
He groaned. He’d forgotten how Slytherins liked blackmailing. “Miss Weasley-”
“Rose,” she said casually, giving him a one-shoulder shrug before muttering a quick locking charm at the door, “I think we’ve passed that stage.”
He growled and tried to tuck himself away but she waved a hand dismissively at him. “Don’t stop at my expense, professor,” she purred, “I like to watch.”
He gaped. There was really nothing else he could do.
She arched an eyebrow. “Of course, the gentlemanly thing to do right now would be to invite me to join you, Professor Malfoy,” she murmured, “Or was all Scorpius’ talk about chivalry in the Malfoy family just blowing wind?”
He gaped still and she rolled her eyes before walking to him and straddling him.
“For Salazar’s sake, Professor,” she moaned as he started to get his wits back and was actually touching her, “Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted you to touch me?”
He pushed her robes down to reveal creamy skin, exactly like what he envisioned. “You could have said something,” he murmured before he gave into his need and sucked lightly against her neck, groaning when she shifted against his hardness. He pulled away. “This is madness,” he said truthfully, “You’re young enough to be my daughter.”
“I’m also old enough to know that I really want you to shag me right now,” was her retort before she pressed her lips against his, sliding her tongue into his mouth, tasting and licking and sucking.
Draco groaned as she grinded against his cock and got impatient; he picked up his wand and Vanished their clothes as he deposited her on his desk.
“Yes,” she hissed as the feeling of his skin against hers.
His grip on her hips tightened when she sucked against a particularly sensitive spot below his ear. “Merlin, Rose,” he moaned, “I can’t take it. Need you now.”
“Yes,” she moaned into his ear before, “Don’t go slow. I like it rough, I like it hard and I like it fast.”
He smiled a very male smile before sheathing himself in her with one quick move, grinning when he heard her gasp. “You said you wanted it fast,” he said wickedly and then he was thrusting into her with everything he had in him and she was meeting his thrusts just as enthusiastically.
Now Draco had dreamt up of a lot of things regarding Rose, but never once had he seen himself driving into her like a savage animal. It felt great.
“God, yes, Professor, please don’t stop!” she cried as he rubbed against her clit, trying to get her off before he couldn’t hold on anymore. He pressed his lips desperately against hers, swallowing her scream as she came and with one last thrust, he too spun off into oblivion.
“I am definitely,” she panted, “sending in an application to Hogwarts.”
Author: sarahyyy
Rating: NC-17 for sex, graphic wanking and blowjob
Character/Pairing: Draco/Rose
Word Count: 2592
Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, own anything.
A/N: This has been dragging on for too long. It's really only thanks to 750words.com that I've finished it. =D First time writing anything sexual graphically, so please be kind. XD ALSO, Rose is in her seventh year in this fic so they are both consenting adults. =)
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Draco’s grip on her hair tightened as she ran her tongue up the underside of his hardness, her teeth grazing lightly along his skin, finally taking the head fully in her mouth. He let out a feral groan as she sucked tightly, slowly taking him bit by bit till he was finally engulfed in her hot mouth.
“Deeper,” he hissed, his fists tangling hard in her hair and pulling as she obeyed unquestioningly, “More.”
She deep throated him and watched him go into a fit of pleasure under her lashes.
“Fuck, yes, don’t stop,” he grunted, “Merlin, yes. Been dreaming about your mouth on my cock for so fucking long… Feels so good…”
Her hands moved from his hips lower down until she was gripping his arse, digging her nails into his skin. She pulled her mouth free from his erection with a little pop and began to lick at the base of his erection and up a throbbing vein.
“Fuck,” he growled, “In your mouth now. I want to come in your mouth.”
She did as he asked to, taking him back in her mouth and sucking on him hard. As he felt the tip of her tongue skim along his oozing slit, his fingers clutched furiously at her long hair, he came hard into her mouth.
A slow, satisfied smirk tipped up her lips as she pulled away from his cock and Draco opened his eyes to focus slowly on her face before he bolted up from his bed, the scene from his head dissolving into the darkness of his bedchambers, mortified.
He took one look at the stained sheets around him before letting out a string of curses. Shuddering, he moved to the adjacent room -his potions store room, the only perk of being the Potions Master of Hogwarts was that he got free flow of potions - to make himself a sleeping draught, telling himself that there was no way that dream happened.
There was no way that he-
He couldn’t have-
He shook his head to rid his mind of thoughts. Two pinches of asphodel, three wormwoods…just enough to ensure that he would have a dreamless sleep tonight.
He let out a shaky breath as visions flooded him again. Her kneeling in front of him, his prick in her mouth. His hands fisted in her fiery red hair. Her looking up at him, her bright blue eyes piercing into his.
Stop.
He downed his potion. This was insanity.
It couldn’t have happened.
But it did.
That was the first night Draco Malfoy dreamt of Rose Weasley.
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He stole a glance at her. She was sitting in between Scorpius and Optimus, furiously scribbling on her potions test while the two boys copied blatantly from her paper, thinking that he never noticed every time they did it. Finishing her test with a flourish, she sat back, her arms crossed across her chest, her lips tipping up in a slow smirk as Optimus snatched her paper away gleefully, much to Scorpius’ chagrin.
Draco froze in his seat.
It was the exact same look that he had pictured the night before in his dream. At that revelation, he felt the first tingles of arousal at his groin. He bit his cheeks to contain his groan.
‘No,’ he thought to himself savagely, ‘Not here. Not now. Not her.’ But still his cock hardened steadily. Draco bit his tongue to keep from growling. Why did the worst things happen only to him?
His eyes scanned the surroundings. Everyone was focused on their papers, too busy to be noticing him. Muttering a curse -something general, cursing the Weasleys, cursing his forefathers, cursing Merlin, cursing the whole world-, he reached into his robes to grab his cock roughly and stroked himself, keeping his eyes subtly in the direction of Rose Weasley.
Scorpius murmured something to her and she gasped before slapping him on the shoulder. Optimus was still scribbling furiously away on his paper. He focused his eyes back onto Rose. She was pouting then sticking her tongue out at Scorpius.
Draco grinned sardonically. He was probably going to hell for this. She wasn’t just his student -first Slytherin Head Girl in a long time to boot-; she was probably his son’s girlfriend too.
His hips bucked subconsciously as Rose sucked on her lower lip, pulling her paper away from Optimus to check her answers.
He definitely shouldn’t be doing this, he thought as he swiped precum off the head of his cock before spreading it over the head of his cock. It was perverse. She was young enough to be his daughter! But still his fist continued to pump his erection, his balls tightening in pleasure.
He envisioned his dream. The feeling of her hot, wet mouth on his cock… Draco came long and hard, but managing to keep his face emotionless as his orgasm rocked through him, just as she lifted her head to look straight into his eyes.
“Professor, are you alright?”
He gave her one curt nod, and went back to marking his assignments.
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The next time it happened, Draco was sure it was a dream. There was no other explanation, really, to the scene in front of him besides that.
Rose, deliciously naked, was laid out on his bed like an offering. Her hands were bounded to the bedposts with what seemed like green silk and she was pulling against her bonds, yearning to be free of them so that she could bring herself some relief.
“Professor,” she moaned as she caught sight of him, “Professor, please.”
Draco smirked. “Stop pulling against the bonds, minx, the more you pull, the stronger they get.”
She groaned as he climbed onto the bed, kneeling in between her open legs. “Professor, I can’t take it anymore,” she moaned, “Touch me, please Professor, please.”
Draco’s smirk grew as he slid his fingers teasingly over her thigh. She jerked against her bonds and cried out in need, her breathing growing more erratic.
“Professor…”
With one finger, he slowly circled her clit. She bucked against him, yearning for more friction, for more anything. He chuckled and slid one finger into her slowly.
“Oh sweet Salazar,” she moaned as he started to fuck her with his finger, “More.”
At her command, he stopped his ministrations. Waving his hand in a flourish, he wandlessly undid her bonds before getting off the bed and sitting on the chair opposite the bed.
“Touch yourself, minx,” his voice was still smooth and calm, not betraying his want for her, “Show me how you pleasure yourself.”
She smirked as she ran her hands over herself, stopping to palm her breasts, squeezing lightly. “Every time I touch myself, Professor, I think of you, did you know that?” she purred breathily, “Every time I finger myself,” she inserted a finger into her wet cunt to illustrate her words, “I imagine your cock in me.”
Draco palmed his hardening cock through the fabric of his trousers. “Continue,” he ordered.
“I imagine your hands all over me,” she moaned as she continued to pleasure herself, alternating between teasing flicks and hard strokes on her clit, “I imagine your mouth all over me.”
She raised a hand to squeeze her breast watching him stroke himself under hooded eyes before murmuring slowly, “And now you’re here, Professor, why do I still have to imagine? Why do it myself when you can do it better?”
She smirked and Draco knew he was a goner.
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Draco pinched the bridge of his nose as he sent another student out of his office and sighed. He hated this part of his job. It was the most inane, most ridiculous thing that any professor ever had to do.
Career Advice Day.
He was a Potion's professor, for Merlin's sake, not a bloody counselor!
He'd have liked to think that his seventh year Slytherin students were mature enough to be able to make decent decisions as to career options, but no, his students just had to be the worst of the lot. Coming in and proclaiming that they can live on family fortunes, insisting that they will be able to do anything and everything they want to when “the right time comes”; he didn't even want to think of how many times he'd heard those today.
He shook himself out of his thoughts at the knock on his door. “Come in,” he ordered.
And there she was. He suppressed a groan but it was all that he could do. His nether regions seemed to be resisting all his attempts at being proper. He seemed to be in an almost constant state or arousal when he was around her. It was maddening.
“Miss Weasley,” he said professionally (or as professionally as a man who really wanted to kick himself in the ass could), “Take a sit.”
Rose did as he said and for a moment, all she did was to look at him, stare into his eyes and just observe. He panicked briefly, wondering if she could tell that all he wanted to do was to push her against the wall and take her so hard she would have trouble walking for days.
He hoped she couldn't.
“I don't know what I want to do,” Rose finally said, not wanting to beat around the bush, apparently.
Draco arched an eyebrow. He'd expected better of her, really. “You excel in everything you do; surely you can come up with something better than 'I don't know what I want to do'?”
She sighed at his look. “I want to do something different,” she murmured, looking wistful, “I have always wanted to be a healer when I was younger, but then Victoire and Teddy did that and I don't want to have to follow behind them or to have to live up to their expectations. My whole life I’ve been the Weasley that was different; it shouldn’t change.”
Draco frowned as he listened.
“I'll always be 'Harry Potter's niece' if I become an Auror, or 'Ginny Potter's niece' if I become a Quidditch player,” Rose sighed again, “And everyone expects me to do something spectacular, something like mum and I know I’m going to have to disappoint everyone,” she finished before turning to look expectantly at him.
“You aren’t,” he replied automatically, “You have the best N.E.W.T. results Hogwarts has seen in decades.”
She gave him a wry look. “That's because mum didn't manage to take hers.”
He laughed. “You have a point,” he conceded, “but you're one hell of a seeker too.”
“So is Uncle Harry,” was her sharp retort.
He stroked his chin, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. “Essentially, you want a job that no one in your family has.”
She nodded.
He snorted at that. “Tough luck with the size of your family.”
She managed a grin at that. “I know.”
He made a few notes in his notepad before turning to look back up at her. “Teach,” he said finally.
“Pardon?” she asked.
“Teach,” he repeated, standing up (and feeling thankful for the Disillusionment Charm he has on his crotch) and walking to the cupboard behind her to retrieve a few application forms that he thought might help. “We could use younger professors around Hogwarts and I heard the Charms professor, Professor Montrose, is resigning her job at the end of the school year.”
Her mouth dropped slightly, as if she'd never even considered such an option. “B-b-but...”
He gave her a look, as if reading her mind. “Professor Longbottom isn't really related to you, is he? You’ll be different. No one would think that you’d do this.”
She grinned before jumping out of her seat to tackle him in an unexpected hug-
Only to pull away quickly as she felt his cock twitched against her.
“Professor-” she started to say but Draco, horrified, moved to the door and opened it.
“That will be all, Miss Weasley,” he gritted out curtly, “Tell the other students that I will be postponing their session to tomorrow.”
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He started wanking the moment she left his office - angrily pulling at his cock, trying to wash away her look of absolute horror. He was humiliated and his face burned with the embarrassment of it all, but it did nothing to make him want her less.
He growled at that thought and tugged harder at his cock, relishing in the pain -pleasure, whatever- it gave him and moaned out loud.
There was a knock on his door and before he could even remember that he’d forgotten to place a locking charm on the door, it creaked open and she slipped in.
He groaned. He’d forgotten how Slytherins liked blackmailing. “Miss Weasley-”
“Rose,” she said casually, giving him a one-shoulder shrug before muttering a quick locking charm at the door, “I think we’ve passed that stage.”
He growled and tried to tuck himself away but she waved a hand dismissively at him. “Don’t stop at my expense, professor,” she purred, “I like to watch.”
He gaped. There was really nothing else he could do.
She arched an eyebrow. “Of course, the gentlemanly thing to do right now would be to invite me to join you, Professor Malfoy,” she murmured, “Or was all Scorpius’ talk about chivalry in the Malfoy family just blowing wind?”
He gaped still and she rolled her eyes before walking to him and straddling him.
“For Salazar’s sake, Professor,” she moaned as he started to get his wits back and was actually touching her, “Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted you to touch me?”
He pushed her robes down to reveal creamy skin, exactly like what he envisioned. “You could have said something,” he murmured before he gave into his need and sucked lightly against her neck, groaning when she shifted against his hardness. He pulled away. “This is madness,” he said truthfully, “You’re young enough to be my daughter.”
“I’m also old enough to know that I really want you to shag me right now,” was her retort before she pressed her lips against his, sliding her tongue into his mouth, tasting and licking and sucking.
Draco groaned as she grinded against his cock and got impatient; he picked up his wand and Vanished their clothes as he deposited her on his desk.
“Yes,” she hissed as the feeling of his skin against hers.
His grip on her hips tightened when she sucked against a particularly sensitive spot below his ear. “Merlin, Rose,” he moaned, “I can’t take it. Need you now.”
“Yes,” she moaned into his ear before, “Don’t go slow. I like it rough, I like it hard and I like it fast.”
He smiled a very male smile before sheathing himself in her with one quick move, grinning when he heard her gasp. “You said you wanted it fast,” he said wickedly and then he was thrusting into her with everything he had in him and she was meeting his thrusts just as enthusiastically.
Now Draco had dreamt up of a lot of things regarding Rose, but never once had he seen himself driving into her like a savage animal. It felt great.
“God, yes, Professor, please don’t stop!” she cried as he rubbed against her clit, trying to get her off before he couldn’t hold on anymore. He pressed his lips desperately against hers, swallowing her scream as she came and with one last thrust, he too spun off into oblivion.
“I am definitely,” she panted, “sending in an application to Hogwarts.”