"Absolutely not, Potter," Draco said, trying to close his door in Harry's face.
Harry laughed, "Stop being ridiculous," he said, pushing at the door to Draco's room.
"I'm not," he said, "while I appreciate that it is our tradition to grade papers together on Friday night before we watch a movie, I cannot take that chance today."
"Draco-"
"No," he said again. "Matilda Bagweather has that horrible winter flu and you didn't have the good sense to send her out of your classroom. You've exposed yourself to it and I'm not interested in getting sick."
The door closed firmly in his face and Harry sighed, letting his forehead drop against the door. This couldn't be happening to him. Not today. Not when he'd planned to-
"Draco," he called, knocking on the door again.
"Go away, Potter!"
"I brought a Christmas movie," he cajoled. "You're really going to like this one." He was certain about White Christmas, Draco was a sucker for cheesy love stories.
The door opened a crack and Harry wiggled the DVD so he could see it. "Are you feeling any symptoms? Any scratchiness of throat, tickling in the ears, are your eyes watering?"
He rolled his eyes, "I feel fine. I feel great, actually. I just wanted to watch this movie with you."
Draco debated for a moment, Harry could see it playing out on his face, then after what felt like an eternity, the door fell open. "Fine. But you're sitting at the other end of the sofa."
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An hour into the movie and Draco's head was where it always ended up, in Harry's lap. And Harry certainly wasn't complaining. He combed his fingers through Draco's hair, scratching lightly at Draco's scalp with his nails, like he knew Draco enjoyed from a great deal of trial and error.
He'd slipped right into Harry's lap as he argued with the movie:
"Why is she upset?"
"Why wouldn't she just talk to him!"
"For Cirice's sake, getting engaged isn't going to help!"
"Do you see now what could have been avoided if you'd just talked to him, you silly woman?"
But none of the ranting stopped Draco from tearing up when the General stepped into the room and everyone started applauding.
He sat up and reached for a tissue on the table, sniffling and hair askew from Harry's fingers, and Harry loved him and loved him and loved him. Godric it wasn't healthy to love someone this much. To want nothing more than to look at them and make them happy.
"I don't know why they always have to be so emotional," Draco said, turning to look at Harry. "What?" he asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"I'd just really like to kiss you," he said because he'd decided that tonight was the night. No more waiting, no more holding his feelings in. It wasn't quite how he'd planned it but it would do.
"What?"
Harry shrugged unrepentantly, "I would like to kiss you," he repeated.
"Well then why haven't you?" Draco asked, sounding affronted now.
He laughed, "Well I thought I'd get your approval first."
"You have it," Draco said, "so what are you waiting for? Do I have to do everything my-"
Harry leaned in and kissed him, soft and sweet, making the butterflies in his belly take flight all around his body.
"Oh," Draco breathed when Harry drew back. "I think you should do that again."
He grinned and cupped the back of Draco's head as he leaned in to kiss him once more. When he moved away he murmured, "You're missing the ending."
Draco blinked at him and Harry nodded to the screen as the barn doors opened and the snow appeared like a backdrop. Draco leaned back against Harry and Harry wrapped an arm around him, drawing him even closer.
When the movie finished, Harry squeezed him and pressed a kiss to his cheek before he shifted and stood up.
"Where do you think you're going?"
He grinned and leaned down to press a soft, short kiss to Draco's lips once more. "My own room."
Draco raised an imperious eyebrow but Harry spoke up first.
"I want to do this right," he said softly. "I want to woo you, I want you to feel pursued. I want this to be something that lasts."
Draco blinked up at him, that guarded part of him falling away, leaving him looking young and unbearably sweet.
"You're too important to me to rush this. So," he said with a fortifying nod, "I'm going to give you one more kiss, and then I'm going to leave." He nudged Draco's foot with his own, "but before I do, I wanted to ask, would you come with me to Hogsmeade tomorrow?"
"Like a date?"
"Yes, Professor Malfoy, exactly like a date."
He smiled and stood up, wrapping his arms around Harry's neck, "Yes," he murmured, leaning in to steal a quick kiss. "I'd love to."
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By the time the two of them did get the Winter Flu six weeks later, they were both all too happy to spend the time cocooned in a room, watching movies together while they recovered.
The staff bathing chambers were rarely used, especially not at this hour, and certainly not by two people at once. He nearly turned back.
But she looked over her shoulder—briefly, steadily—and said, “Malfoy.”
So he stayed.
The water was hot, the kind that forced the tension from your limbs. Hermione didn’t speak again. She leaned her head back, eyes half-closed, curls pulled into something loose and damp and practical. Her skin gleamed in the low light, steam curling up around her arms and shoulders like mist off a lake.
Draco took the furthest seat. He didn’t mean to stare. He tried not to.
She looked nothing like she had in school. She seemed… grounded. Anchored. Her figure was generous, but not in a way that begged commentary. Just—there, unapologetic, quiet. A fact, like gravity. Like heat.
She shifted slightly, water lapping against her collarbone.
He looked away.
“Long day?” she asked eventually, without looking at him.
“Yes,” he said, though his voice caught.
She didn’t press. Just closed her eyes again and exhaled slowly.
He stayed longer than he meant to.
She rose first, graceful despite the weight of water. Her towel was already waiting. She didn’t drop anything. She didn’t falter.
As she passed behind him, she said nothing.
But he could still smell the faint trace of sandalwood and ink long after she’d gone
Hihi!! I really loved your professor!Draco hcs (and all of your draco fics, i think I've read them all lol) I was wondering if maybe you could write smut for professor!Draco? Maybe elaborate on the whole "sitting on his lap while he's working" thing?
Hi Anon. I’ve been wanting to write this as soon as I saw your ask because Professor Draco is my guilty pleasure. Sorry it took this long.
Take a Break, Professor Malfoy (D.M)
Summary: a one shot based off these head cannons (the reader is a little whiny here. Just saying)
Words: 2000ish
Warnings: smut, age gap (reader is 18+ and the gap is not too big), some form of degrading, pet names, cock warming, spanking if you look hard enough. 18+ Mature content, mature words, read at your own discretion. Also, there is consent from both parties at all times and this is not proofread.
A/n: Hi, I’m currently away from tumblr at the moment because my daytime job is busting my proverbial balls. If you see this, this post was on queue. I have a few fics on cue actually. I’ll get back to your messages and asks ASAP. 😭🥲
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It’s a hot day.
It’s a day stowed right in between spring and summer where days are suddenly longer and sweaters are a thing of nuisance. Especially during the afternoon.
She's already peeled off her school sweater and tossed it carelessly under the foot of his large four poster bed. Her school tie lays next to all her other things slowly accumulating on his bedside table. He’s made space in his drawer for her to put her stuff in but she is tired from all her classes and the bedside table is closer.
“It’s such a lovely day outside.” She muses out loud, rolling on the bed and onto her back.
He doesn’t say anything. He hasn’t said anything for the last hour.
“I’m thinking picnic by the lake.” She tries to get his attention again. “What do you think?”
“Everyone will still be out.” He reminds her, without bothering to look up from the sack of papers in front of him.
“But I’m soooo bored, Draco.” She grumbles. Tendrils of her hair cascade off the edge of the bed and she blows a strand away to look at him.
Wire rimmed glasses rest on his nose and above his glasses, she can see his brows furrowed in concentration. His shirt sleeves are rolled up neatly and the corded veins on his forearm bulge just a little with every moment of his quill that is moving faster than the golden snitch.
He makes one last scribble and drops his quill back into the ink pot. The chair creaks against the floorboard when he turns his body to face her.
“Cmhere then.” He says, giving her a crooked grin that makes her feel lightheaded. “You can sit on my lap while I grade these papers.”
Hearing that, her body automatically leaps off the bed and darts towards his desk. She worries that she looks way too thrilled to be close to him but he doesn’t seem to mind.
A lazy smile is pulling on the corners of his mouth and his arms are wide open in anticipation.
She is quick to sink into his lap, her legs straddling him as she gets comfortable. When satisfied, she curls up into his chest and her face on the crook of his neck.
Long fingers brush her spine in gentle strokes and all the restlessness inside of her is put to an ease. She can fall asleep like this. She can die like this. She doesn’t even care.
It's terrifying how he holds so much power over her.
“You can fall asleep.” He murmurs against her earlobe as if reading her mind. “I’ll carry you to bed if you do.”
When she was a little girl, she’d fall asleep on her living room sofa and wake up snug and comfortable in her own bed. For a while, she had convinced herself that she was teleporting .But now, when she looks back, a nostalgic kind of sadness washes over in high tides because having someone to carry you to bed when you fall asleep in random places is a luxury.
She’d fallen asleep with her books sprawled on the rug of his room while he was away at a faculty meeting yesterday. When she’d woken up, she found herself on the bed. As snug as a bug.
She knows she can trust Draco to put her to bed but sleep is not what she wants.
What she wants is no sleep.
What she wants is for him to cast the silencing spell on the walls of this room and take her on his desk again. She wants him to fuck her brains out all night long,
“Don’t fight the sleep, sweetheart.” He whispers into her ears, his voice softer than lullaby. “You’ve had a long day.”
“You would know.” She grumbles, her eyes still closed. “You gave us an enormous report to write and submit by the end of this week. Who does that?”
“So you haven’t started on the report, I assume.”
“Nope.”
“May I ask why?” He asks. This whole time, his other hand hasn’t stopped grading papers.
“Oh, I was hoping to further my academic career by sucking off my professor.” She sighs against his neck, shifting her hips a little to get more comfortable.
They both know she’s only joking but still, he drops his quill and cups her arse in his palm. “Is that so?” He asks, giving it a squeeze.
“But then I changed my mind.” She peppers kisses along his throat. “I’m going to get up early tomorrow to go to the library. I have some books in mind that might help with the report.”
“Good girl.” He chuckles and kisses the top of her head before resuming his grading. She can tell he’s not impressed with any of the tests that were turned in because he keeps clicking his tongue and cursing at Salazar Slytherin.
“That’s it.” He sighs, exasperated. “Another one of these stupid answers that miss the fucking point and I’m done with my teaching career.”
She giggles and cups his frowning face in her hands. Her thumbs gently smooth out his creased brows and she leans in to place a kiss on his lips before removing his glasses.
His blue-gray eyes are so vivid up close that it robs her off her breath. His pupils dilate when they focus on her and just knowing that she is the center of his attention makes her incredibly giddy.
“Take a break, Professor Malfoy.”
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Her voice is a soft silken caress on his heated skin. It feels like a crosswind, cooling him off and sedating him into a state of pure bliss.
“Can’t.” He replies, grabbing her firmly by the hips to still him when she starts to rub up against him.
He knows where this is going.
She’s a siren and the rhythm in which she grinds her hips is a siren song he isn’t capable of resisting.
“But I want you.” She says, her voice sounding like a near sob. “Look at how bad I want you, Draco.”
She holds his large hand in her small one and guides up her skirt. Slipping the fabric of her panties aside, she presses his hand against her clit.
“See?” She blinks her eyes so innocently at him that he loses it. She’s so wet her arousal is pooling down her inner thighs.
He allows his index finger to circle her clit and she arches her back in instant response.
“I need to finish grading those papers.” He says through his teeth, unsure if he’s telling her or reminding himself. His cock is jerking up, aroused at the wet sounds of her pussy and he has to will himself not to bend her on his desk and pound her till she is deliriously moaning his name.
“Please.” She is pleading now. The little brat is rolling her hips and chasing her orgasm by fucking herself on his fingers.
“Please what?” He asks, using his free hand to grip her arse to still her.
“Please, sir.” She chokes out, tears welling in the corners of her eyes. She is right on the edge of her orgasm and the thought of her at his mercy gets him off.
There has always been this power dynamic at play since the very beginning. The imbalance of power is so prominent that he often wonders if he is corrupting her. Sometimes, he lies awake next to her after carrying her to bed and wonders if he is taking advantage of her.
But then she rolls to her side and snuggles up against him. She kisses his cheek and tells him that she loves him.
It’s always been about trust between them. He fucks her like a whore and runs her a hot bath afterwards. He massages her shoulders and gives her forehead kisses.
He just wants to take care of her. He wants to take her to dinner and buy her every stupid thing her heart desires.
“Are you going to come on my fingers, pretty girl?”
“Yes.” She moans, struggling to keep the friction going. When he looks at the desperation in her eyes, he wants to let her come but not before he punishes her for being bratty.
His hands strike her arse as she whimpers. “Yes what?”
“Yes, Sir.” She moans. “I want to come on your fingers.”
“Then come.” He growls, pumping his fingers in and out of her pussy. He knows she needs that extra stimulation on her clit so he uses his thumb to rub steady circles on it.
She is almost there. Her eyes are rolling back and she is clenching his fingers inside her tight little hole. He increases his pace and she makes that little whimper she always makes before she comes.
“My girl is such a filthy fucking slut. Fucking herself on her Professor’s fingers.” His hands strike as arse again. “Imagine what everyone will say if they ever find out.”
She’s panting. She’s falling apart.
“That gets you off, doesn’t it?” He murmurs against her neck. “Everyone knowing what a filthy little whore you really are.”
Her orgasm crashes through her in multiple waves. With each passing wave, she trembles and cries out his name. When she’s spent he pushes the strands of hair from her sweaty forehead away and places a loving kiss on top.
She opens her eyes and looks at him expectantly. Her lips curl up into a pout and he has to stifle a laugh.
“What?” Draco arches a brow at her.
“You didn’t fuck me.” She huffs, post climax sleepiness already making her eyelids droopy.
Draco contemplates his options for a bit. If he fucks her now, he’ll have to go to class with ungraded papers tomorrow.
He reaches for his belt buckle and undoes his zipper. When his achingly hard cock springs free, she instantly looks more awake.
Draco kisses her softly and begins pumping his cock in his fist.
“Are you going to fuck me, now?” She asks.
“No.” He smirks, lifting her so he can push his cock inside her. Slowly, he feels her velvet walls suck him in. She is clawing at his back, moaning.
She frees her left hand and places it on the lowermost area of her stomach. “Here.” She sighs. “You’re all the way up here, Draco.”
“Fuck.” He groans. “I will never finish grading these fucking papers if you say things like that.”
“But it’s true.” She whispers, grinding her hips.
“Sit still” He says, stilling her for the third time that day. “Sit still and let me finish grading these papers while my cock is inside of you. Then I’ll fuck you just the way you want it.”
Her eyes dance, calculating the pros and cons of his proposal. “Fine.” She snaps and sinks back into his chest and closes her eyes.
Draco kisses her one last time and goes back to grading his papers. Ever so often, he pauses to rub her clit. She grits her teeth but stays true to her word. She does not move one bit.
By the time he grades his last paper, she is sniffling against the crook of his neck. His heart aches at the sight so he carries her to bed.
“I’m going to make it up to you, sweet heart.” He brings her hands up to his mouth. He kisses her knuckles and her fingers. “I’m going to make you feel good.”
She sniffles and nods in response.
Draco spreads her legs apart and takes his time licking her pussy. When he gets another orgasm out of her, he lines himself up against her entrance and she sucks her breath in anticipation.
“I love you, you know that?” He whispers into her ears when he sinks inside of her. When he rocks into her in slow steady strokes, she abandons all control and gives him the reins.
“I love you too, Draco.” Her breathy whisper tickles the side of his face.
The thing is, he’d do anything for her. His heart is at her mercy and he’s given her all the reins to his entire existence.
And even when he wraps his hand around the base of her throat, he knows this for a fact.
summary: the one where your professor, mister malfoy shows you who you belong to
warning: smut, breeding kink, profesor x student, praise, slight dumbification (if you squint) spanking, semi public sex (kinda sorta)
a/n: The reader is of age !! porn without plot. This is the first time I’ve posted anything I’ve written so if people end up liking it I will post more.
Y/n sits in class, completely ignoring whatever her partner is saying to her as her eyes stay fixed on one desk in particular. There he sat in his signature black suit. His platinum blond hair tied back in a loose bun, allowing a few strands to fall out in front of his piercing grey eyes. Professor Draco Malfoy. The sexiest man on earth.
“Merlin y/n are you even listening?” Her partner- a hufflepuff boy named Aaron- asks, waving his hand in front of her face to get her attention.
Y/n shakes her head, “I’m sorry, I zoned out,” she lies,
“what were you saying?” She’s still only halfway listening, eyes trained on the man at the front of the room. He sits comfortably at his desk and to anyone else, it looks as if all his attention is focused on grading the papers in his lap. But y/n catches it. Every so often, his eyes would move to stare at four small marks on the edge of his desk, and his lip would get caught in his teeth before he turned his attention back to the papers in front of him. Y/n lightly shifts in her seat, trying to discreetly relieve the ache between her thighs as she thinks back to the night she left those marks on his desk.
“Such a pretty girl.” He whispers in her ear, bending her over his desk. She couldn’t help but let out a small moan at the feeling of the cold wood against her naked chest.
“So pretty.” He repeats, rubbing his hard on up and down between her wet folds. Without warning he pulls her hips back against his, forcing her to take in all of him at once.
“Fuck!” y/n screams, trying her hardest to stay on her feet as he continues to snap his hips hard against hers, hitting the right spot every time. He fucked her mercilessly, hands gripping hard at her hips, hard enough for bruises to form the next day. She wasn’t complaining though, she loved when he fucked her like this. When he showed her who she belonged to.
“Please.” she whimpers, moving her head to the side to give him more access to her neck. Behind her, Draco can’t help the smirk that comes across his lips.
“What do you want? Use your words.” He growls, never slowing his bruising pase. Y/n lets out another small whimper, unable to form a proper sentence as the pleasure consumes her. Draco laughs darkly before landing a harsh smack on her cheek, causing a small yelp to erupt from y/n’s throat.
“Have I fucked you stupid already? You can’t even answer a simple question? What a pathetic little slut.” He hums lowly in her ear.
“Not dumb, please.” Y/n babbles, trying her best to form a coherent sentence as she slips further and further into submission. With every thrust of his hips, every sound he makes and every filthy sound that's made from where their bodies were connected, her brain becomes more foggy.
“Bite me, fuck please.” She was desperate for the pain mixed with pleasure. She wanted him to hurt her as well as please her. And he was more than willing to fulfill her wish. He stills his hips and grabs a fist full of her hair before pulling her up so her back was flush against his sweat covered chest.
“You want me to mark you baby? Is that what you want? Show everyone who you belong to.” He whispers to her, licking a slow stripe from the bottom of her neck to the shell of her ear.
“Yes sir.” y/n was growing more impatient by the second, pushing her hips back against his as encouragement to continue moving. He lets out an almost animalistic growl before sinking his teeth into the tender skin on her neck. y/n lets out a strangled moan only to be silenced by Draco’s hand over her mouth.
“Shh baby, we wouldn’t want anyone walking in would we?” He growls, pulling away almost fully before harshly slamming his hips back into hers. Letting go of her hair, he uses his newly free hand to add to her pleasure by playing with her sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” She whimpers, feeling the knot in her stomach begin to uncoil as her nails scratch at the edge of his desk, leaving behind four small marks. Using the little bit of strength she had left, y/n lifts herself off the desk, arching her back into his and moves her hips in circles against his. At this, Draco let’s out the most delicious moan she’d ever heard. The room is filled with nothing but the sound of skin against skin and the occasional praise from Draco. Y/n was in heaven. The way his hips moved perfectly against hers, it was as if they were made to be together this way.
Draco removes his hand from her clit and y/n whines at the loss of contact before letting out a high pitched yelp when he lands a harsh slap right on her bundle of nerves. Draco groans as he feels her cunt pulse at the action
“Please sir.” She begs.
“Please what princess? What do you want?” His voice is filled with nothing but lust and love as he slows down his movements, making her take every inch of him.
“Please let me cum.” She whimpers. Draco groans before pulling all the way out, making y/n cry out at the empty feeling. Without warning, Draco grabs y/n by her hips, roughly turning her onto her back.
“I wanna see your face when I make you cum.” He leans down, kissing her feverishly before peppering kisses all down her body, stopping right above where she needed him most.
“Please.” She whispers, pushing her hips closer to his face, desperate for any kind of friction. She cries out when Draco slaps her clit once again.
“Sit still sweetheart or I'll stop.” He warns her, pushing her legs open, giving him access to her soaking wet heat. He can’t help but stare at the beautiful being laid out before him. She’s mesmerizing. He takes note of the way her tits move as her chest rises and falls while she’s trying to catch her breath. Her cheeks are flushed and her lips are parted. God how he loved those lips. Not wasting anymore time, Draco moves his face down to her heat, licking a long stripe through her folds.
“F-fuck Draco.” She cries, grabbing onto his curly hair for support. He was amazing, the way his tongue worked through her folds, the way his lips occasionally moved to suck on her clit. “Please sir, I wanna cum on your cock.” She moans at the small vibration she feels when he groans into her pussy. He wastes no time, spitting on his cock before roughly thrusting back into her. He fucks her slowly this time, but with just as much force as before. Draco leans down, kissing up her neck, leaving small lovebites every few seconds.
“Fuck baby. so wet for me, are you gonna cum for me princess?” He whispers in her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. Draco grabs y/n’s face and places his forehead on hers, staring directly into her eyes. She could taste his minty breath on her lips. Whimpering, she pushes her head up to his, signaling that she wanted a kiss. Their lips collide in a mess of teeth and tongue. It’s not pretty, not at all, but it’s just what she needed.
“G-gonna... please.” Y/n can barely form a sentence, but Draco gets the message. He moves his hand down between her legs, slowly rubbing her clit, bringing her to the edge. “Fuck yes!” She yells out. Her legs begin to shake and even when she starts to come down, Draco doesn’t slow down. He continues to pound into her at an animalistic pace.
“You want me to cum inside you baby? Want me to fill you up, get you nice and pregnant with my seed?” His words are filthy, so filthy that y/n is sure if he doesn’t stop, she’ll cum again.
“Please...want all of you. Please come inside me sir.” Draco’s eyes darken and he grabs her hips, pushing her into him. The tip of his cock brushes against the spot that drives her wild, causing her to clench around him. This sent him over the edge. His hips still against hers as he spills himself inside her, letting out a string of moans and curses.
When he pulls out, y/n can’t help but moan at the feeling of his cum dripping out of her pussy. And Draco can’t help but stare at the sight in front of him. The beautiful girl laid out in front of him, dripping with his cum.
“Look how pretty you are filled with my babies.” He rasps, using his fingers to gather his cum from between her legs and push it back inside her. Y/n lets out a strangled moan at the overstimulation, but she can’t help but smile to herself at the feeling. She was his now, there was no going back.
“Y/n for merlin’s sake!” Aaron yells once again, snapping y/n out of her wonderful flashback.
“I’m sorry, I’m just tired. Tell me one more time, I’m listening, I promise.” She apologizes, tearing her gaze away from the blond in front of her. She turns to Aaron, smiling innocently.
“I said,” he sighs aggressively, “Professor Malfoy keeps looking over at you and then back down at his desk. I reckon you’re not gonna like your next grade very much.” He laughs loudly, enjoying his own humorless joke. Y/n bites her lip, looking back up at the front of the room. And sure enough, there he was, grey eyes trained on hers.
“Mine.” He mouths, just subtle enough for the two of them. She smiles,
Title: Saving Unicorns at AO3
Author: Mapplegreen
Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Harry Potter
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 78,586
Summary: Harry returns to Hogwarts for his third year of teaching Defence against the Dark Arts after splitting up with Ginny and hopes having Teddy there as a first year will distract him from his own mess of a life.
Draco returns to Hogwarts as the new potion's teacher after years of living away from Great Britain and hopes that there's still a place for him in the castle, despite his tumultuous past.
They both are disappointed but still get so much more than they were hoping for.
A tale about self-discovery, honesty and pots and pans but never about saving unicorns.
My notes: I have to confess, I am absolutely smitten with this incredible story that I stumbled upon at the beginning of the year.
This gem has captured my heart since the beginning of the year. It beautifully explores Harry's journey of self-discovery and the unconditional support he receives from none other than Draco Malfoy himself.
Draco, the trustworthy professor who becomes a confidant for his students, provides the kind of guidance and understanding we all wish for. He's just amazing! The way he embraces his role as a mentor and offers invaluable advice is truly remarkable.
I can't help but fall head over heels for this heartwarming tale, and I'm sure you will too! So, if you're in the mood for a delightful story that combines friendship, personal growth, and a sprinkle of magic, I highly recommend checking it out. Trust me, you won't be able to put it down.
A/N: To be honest, I don't love this, but it's my first time writing Professor Draco, so you're going to have to prepare yourself for better future content. Enjoy! <3
Summary: Your students urge you to tell them the truth about you and Draco's relationship.
THANK YOU TO @divvision FOR THE DIVIDERS! ALL CREDITS GO TO THEM!
"And that's about it for today's class, guys. Make sure you do the reading from pages 200-210 in your Advanced Potion Making textbook. It'll help you for the next class." You said, quickly dismissing your students. You'd hoped they'd leave soon and wouldn't question the ordeal that happened at the beginning of class. But of course, teenagers must speak their minds.
"Professor Y/L/N?" One of your favorite student's hand shot up, which prompted everyone to stop moving and focus on you.
"Yes, Mr. Diggory?" You sighed, immediately knowing what he would ask.
"Um, a-are you and Professor Malfoy..."
"Great co-workers? You bet! Class dismissed." You nodded, pointing at the door sweetly.
You knew this would happen at some point. Draco had come into your classroom to "drop off some papers," but you teaching different subjects made it evident to you that he just wanted your attention.
"Well, hello, Mrs. Malfoy!" Draco said, sneaking up behind you to pull you to his chest.
"Hi, Mr. Malfoy." You relax, letting his arms hoist your body up. Being a professor was exhausting, but you loved it. No matter how many times Draco offered for you to stop working, claiming that his wealth would take care of you and many other generations, you always refused. Besides, it was nice to be with him all the time. The lunches and free periods you spent together were your favorites, and when your son Scorpius had a free period, too, it was all the better.
You thought it would be distracting if people knew you and Draco were dating and always preferred to keep your relationship private, anyways. You didn't go out of your way to convince people Scorpius wasn't your son, though. Instead, you and Draco gave him all the affection and then some behind closed doors. You even snuck him into your room in the castle when he wanted to cuddle at night. Being the Head of House for Slytherin, Draco could essentially pull his son in and out of class whenever Scorpius wanted. Despite him being fifteen, he would always be a mommy's boy and clung to you at all times to prove it.
"Just came to drop off some papers." Draco said snazzily, slapping a stack of papers for his class, Astronomy, down on your desk. "Return it to me by the end of the day, please." He whispered against your lips, tipping your forehead on his, pulling your waist closer to his body.
You laughed at his neediness, pressing a kiss to his lips. "Okay, my love, I will. Now go before one of my students-"
"Professor Y/L/N? Professor Malfoy? What-" Draco immediately pulled out his wand and slammed the door, but it was already too late. You'd been caught. The staff and your close friends knew about your "secret" marriage to Draco, but none of your students were allowed to know.
"Oopsies." Draco cracked a weak smile while you were busy becoming highly anxious for the next class. "Don't worry; you'll figure something out." Draco said, pressing quick kisses on both your cheeks. "I'm sorry, darling, I need to go. My next class started a minute ago." Draco checked his watch, furrowing his brows. He was obviously reluctant to leave. "Your lunch break is after this class, right?" You nodded your head, still nervous. "I'll come to see you, then." He smiled and opened the doors to your classroom. "Well? What are you waiting for? Get on, go inside!" Draco said to the shocked students, who were now looking at him in a way different light than before.
You thought you could escape your students' curiosity, but news traveled fast around Hogwarts. The next day, you'd received three questions in one class about your relationship to the former Slytherin, and you knew they wouldn't stop until they got an answer.
"But Professor Y/L/N!" One student cried out, urging you to spill all on your personal life.
"Look! There! A ring on her finger! That must mean she's married!" Harry Potter's daughter (one of your goddaughters), Lily yelled, pointing at your wedding ring. "Professor Malfoy has rings, too! Although, I'm not quite sure which one would be his wedding ring..." Lily pondered, holding her chin.
"Young lady, this is highly inappropriate." You said, looking at her with a stern look. You and Draco eloped straight out of the war and only told immediate family and adult friends after you'd gotten married. No children knew about your relationship, but it was safe to say you were freaking out about the possibility of it.
"Well, if you don't have the hots for Professor Malfoy, then prove it!" Lily's brother James evilly cracked. You narrowed your eyes at him, knowing you wouldn't be able to get on with your lesson if they didn't receive confirmation.
"Okay." You said defeated. "Rose, go fetch Professor Malfoy for me, please. Tell him I'll watch his class next period as payment for interrupting his class." You enunciated, annoyed at your students' determination to ruin your secret.
The class broke into excited murmurs, and you turned into a nervous wreck, waiting for your husband to return. The chatter died, and everyone was staring at the petite redhead and tall blond standing under the massive doorway.
"You guys, I was in the middle of teaching about Cassandra, my favorite constellation!" You carefully eyed Draco, knowing that's what the baby girl inside you would be named. He only smirked, looking at you for just a second. "What's this about?" He said, stifling a laugh while running a hand through his hair.
"Teach later. This is an intervention." James said poshly before his cousin Rose pinched his arm and whispered something to his ear. "Reckoning - this is a reckoning. We know you guys are together."
"Really? And what makes you say so?" Draco said, stepping over to your elevated platform where you stood. He placed an arm around your waist gently and rested his hand on yours.
"That! Right there!" James pointed, wide-eyed.
"Oh, this?" You said, smirking. "We're just terrific friends." You said, resting a head on Draco's shoulder and smiling.
"Ugh, this is killing me!" Hugo, Rose's brother, exclaimed, banging his head harshly on his desk.
"Mr. Weasley, don't hurt yourself." Draco scolded his godson.
"Prove your love to each other, or we won't do our work." A familiar voice protested from the back of the class. But, of course, you and Draco immediately knew who it was without even having to pinpoint the blond head of hair and piercing gaze: Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy. You'd recognize your baby anywhere. He must've been tired of the back and forth, or else he wouldn't have spoken up.
"Fine." You said, glaring at your son, although you weren't actually upset. "Draco, I think it's time we tell the kids." You whispered softly into his ear, ignoring the eager eyes and wide grins on your students' faces.
"I agree, my beautiful wife." Draco said, which pulled dramatic gasps from the rest of your class, apart from Scorpius.
Draco pulled you in for a short but deep kiss, now relieved that the cat was out of the bag, and he could refer to you as his wife to everyone.
"Scorpius!" Lily yelled to the back of the classroom. "Does this mean..."
""Professor Y/L/N" is actually Professor Malfoy and is also my mom?" Scorpius flatly asked. "Yes." Scorpius didn't mind keeping your secret. Because of the number of students that found you attractive, he believed it would be incredibly unsettling if people referred to him as your mom while complimenting you. Still, he loved you and his dad uncommonly. He was excited that people now knew about your relationship with both of them. Until then, people thought that Draco was a single father, never noticing that Scorpius had the same eyes and nose as you.
It was safe to say you lucked out with your son. He was the perfect combination of Draco and you and the most mature fifteen-year-old you knew. He loved when you and Draco told him the story of your love because it was a long one. He cherished the moments where you'd hug and switch between kissing Draco and him. All of this to say, he was the perfect son to you.
"Since when?" Hugo dared to speak. You favored him over all your friends' children simply because of his blatant idiocy at times. It was heart-warming. As for your friends' children, they were in the dark about a lot of things. They often caught you and Draco together, feeding each other at reunions and birthdays, or stealing a forbidden kiss, but they were too young to remember it. You and Draco had been extra careful since then.
"Since I found out I was pregnant with him?" You said, a bit confused at what else you were supposed to answer. Snickers ran across the class at Hugo's tendency to be a male bimbo.
"Speaking of..." Draco said, bringing a hand to your belly and smiling down at you with glistening eyes.
The kids immediately got the hint and erupted into cheers, congratulating Scorpius, who was now smiling widely, excited for his baby sister to arrive.
"What's all the noise about?" Your lifelong friend and now boss, Headmaster Potter, came in, surveying the room for any danger.
"Secret's out." Scorpius told Harry, who was his favorite one of you and Draco's friends.
"Yes!" Harry said, jumping for joy. "Professor Weasley-Potter owes me so many Galleons." Harry said proudly. "Well, everybody, I say we give both Mr. Malfoys and Mrs. Malfoy a proper celebration." Harry said, pointing his wand up into the air, which elicited many excited noises from the kids. The students did the same, and at his command, launched beautiful fireworks into the high ceiling. You called your son up to give him a family hug, and he happily obliged, beaming. The colors reflected brightly on your skin and Scorpius,' and Draco's heart couldn't help but overflow at how lucky he was to have you three.
warning : professor!draco 🥵 reader is of age! and you can make up draco's age whatever you wanted.
y/n waited nervously in her class, she was early than the others and it makes her sitting alone in the class.
she had exams last week but she didnt really study for it and that was the exact reason why she was nervous today.
if she got a bad grades her parents would make sure to threatened her.
she looked up from her desk as a loud footsteps walking into the class, she found the youngest and the hottest teacher in hogwarts staring at her deeply, a smirk formed onto his face making her gulped.
"morning, miss y/n" she gets goosebumps when she heard his deep voice calling out her name.
"morning professor.." draco’s smirk get wider as he saw her body tremble in her seat, only his voice and she already like that.
"why so tense, miss y/n?"
"nothing, professor.." she replied, staying her gaze on her desk, trying so hard not to look up at him and get herself in more embarrassment.
draco clicked his tongue around his teeth making her turned her head at him instantly.
he raised his eyebrows at her sudden action.
but when he was about to taunt her more, the door burst open by the students filling the class one by one.
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"miss y/n." she looks up at her professor as he called her name, her body jolted out at his voice echoed in the room.
"yes, professor?"
"come here, please." she gets up from her seat nervously, all her classmates already interrogating her by their eyes.
"care to explain to me why you get a P for my subject?" she swears she almost passed out at his intonation.
"i- i'm sorry professor, i wasn't study-"
"great, meet me after class, you need to fix your grade" y/n unknowingly rubbed her thighs together when draco said that, she secretly hoped he doesnt noticed that.
but he did and thats why he was trying to hide his smirk.
"yes professor, i'm sorry" she took her test and made her way back to her seat. hell, he's so intimidating.
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after the class ended, y/n being the only one who stayed in her seat.
she sighs and stares at draco's back who was still cleaning the board.
"well, which part of my subject that you dont understand, miss y/n?" draco said as he takes a seat in front of her desk, opening her book.
"its the draught of living death potions, professor." she was trying her best to not let her voice getting shaky.
draco nodded and begin to explaining the subject to her, his fingers were pointing at her book.
but all she could think now is about the tension filling the air, and the more she stares at his fingers the dirtier her mind gets.
his hands-
merlin, even his hands are so hot. the veins decorating his arms suited him so much, and his long fingers are the perfect size to reach her spot when they're going inside her cu-
no.
y/n shook her head in disbelief at what she just imagined in her mind not realizing that draco has stopped talking.
"lost in your dirty mind, princess?" draco chuckles as he sees her cheeks heated in embarrassment, his eyes turned dark as he examining her face.
shit.
she forgot he has legilimency.
"i-"
"sshh.. i see you're not as innocent as the others think of you, yeah?" she gulped at his question, her face was flushed as the thick tension filling the room.
"no answer hm? tell me y/n, what is it that you want?" he rose up from his seat moving to stand beside her, looking down at her.
"tell me whats going on inside your dirty mind" he tilted her head to look up at him, his thumb running on her bottom lip making her shuddered.
"i- i want you, professor.." y/n said quietly not be able to look into his eyes much longer.
"want me? for what?"
"i want you burying yourself deep inside me, professor" she slapped her hand over her mouth and her eyes widened at what she just said.
"filthy little thing." draco chuckles lowly before moving down his hand and grabbed her throat.
"earn it." she nodded at him before her hands shakily unbuckled his belt and his trousers letting it falls down to his ankle making draco gripped her throat tighter.
she pulled down his boxers making him hissed when his semi hard cock hitting his lower abdomen.
she quickly wrapped her hands around his length and squeezes him tightly causing him to pull on her hair.
"dont play with me if you dont wanna face the consequences." she nodded before spitting on his cock stroking it with her hand making him groaned.
y/n wasted no time and pulled him all the way in her mouth moaning when his tip hit the back of her throat.
she starts to fucked him in and out of her mouth. her hand pumping on what she couldnt fit in her mouth.
she pulled out for a second to rest her jaw then she swirls her tongue on his slit making him groaned and bucked his hips. she gagged instantly when draco pushed his cock back in her mouth, tired of her teasing.
"you look so fucking filthy, y/n. sucking your professor's cock now, hm?" she let out a moan to answer him making him whimpered at the vibrations.
one of her hands gripping on the back of his thigh pushing him deeper down her throat as she continues sucking him. her other hand playing with his balls giving them attention too.
"fuck- gonna cum down your throat til you choked out, shit- y/n" he moaned out loud as he shoots his thick cum down her throat, y/n swallowed instantly moaning at the taste. some of it dripped down onto her chin but she quickly wipes it and cleans it.
"get up" she obeyed at his order, now facing her professor at the same level.
draco leaned into her face and capturing their lips together kissing her roughly as his hands roaming around her body.
"get on your desk." she immediately throw away all her things on her desk and get on top of it, like he asked.
"you're my good girl, dont you?" he asked as he stands in between her thighs, his cock rubbing her inner thigh making her clawed on the desk underneath her.
"yes prof-"
"its draco" she nodded as she starts to unbuttoning her shirt showing him her clothed breasts.
"yes draco, i'm your good girl" she said seductively and taking his hands in her guiding them to her breasts.
"please, touch me draco.." draco squeezes her breasts in his hands and snatches her bra off of her making her winced, now she was exposed in front of her professor.
"such a pretty tits, all mine?" he twirled her hard nipples in his fingers, pulling and pinching it making the owner hissed in pain.
"yes, all yours draco.." with that draco latched his mouth onto her left nipple as his hand playing with the other one.
"mmh.. yes draco.." she tugged at his blonde locks as he continues assaulting her puffy nipples.
draco plopped out her breasts of his mouth, her nipples now red and swollen.
he gives her a smirk and he pushed her skirt up to her stomach, taking off her panties placing it in his pocket.
"souvenirs." he grins cheekily at her confused face.
he suddenly inserts his fingers into her, stretching her out a little bit making her breath hitched.
his fingers pumping her faster and when he curls them inside she screams his name out loud.
her legs spasmed when she feels her high approaching her, she dug her nails on his shoulder deeper.
but before she could reach her high, he abruptly pulled out his fingers making her cried out as her aching cunt clenching around nothing.
he quickly shoved his fingers down her throat letting her tasting herself, he moaned when he sees her sucking on her fingers delicately.
pulling her hips closer to him and lining up his now hard cock again on her entrance.
"now be a big girl and lead me into you." y/n whines as a protest but she quickly grabbed his cock and pushing it inside her.
she wrapped her legs around his waist and bucked her hips to get him deeper inside her and finally all of him was inside of her. they both throw their heads back in pleasure.
"you act so innocent yet here you are, burying my cock deep inside you." y/n moaned at his words starting to fuck herself on him.
"i'm not innocent draco, for you i'm not.. please just fuck me already" draco chuckles devilishly at her attempts to bounce on his cock.
"cant even fuck yourself properly, such a dumb girl" he gives in to her, snapping his hips forcing his cock hitting deeper inside her and starts to thrusting at steady pace.
"oh my god.. yes yes please feel so good.." she moans loudly, her body writhing on the desk. she propped herself on her elbows to support herself as she rolled her hips to meet his thrusts.
"so fucking tight baby.. never felt this good before" draco praised as he pounding harder into her, he guides her hips with his hands to meet his thrusts making both of them moaning louder.
her eyes rolled back when his tip brushed her spot, he noticed and pounding into her spot over and over again making her seeing the stars.
"draco please.. i'm so close!" y/n wrapped her hands around his shoulder to pull him closer and kissing his lips to muffled her screams as the coil tightened in her stomach.
"cum on me, you- pathetic- little slut" draco snapped harder leaving no space between their bodies.
his hand slapping and pinching her clit making the girl squirmed letting the coil snapped through her body. her legs are shaking and her vision blurry.
her body burns when she realized she just cummed hard on her professor's cock, she looked down and see that her juices coating him. then looking up at him making eye contact.
"fuck- you're a mess, gonna cum inside your tight cunt, stuffing you up full with my fucking cum- holyshit-"
he came to a full stop with her name left his lips as he spilled all of his warm thick cum inside her, spraying all of it into her filling her up like he said.
draco stay inside her for a few minutes, both of them are still catching their breaths and he pulled out of her gently as he softened.
he looked at her flushed face before cupping her cheeks and reconnecting their lips again. the kiss lasted a minute before they pulled away to redressing themselves.
"i'll change your grade. but in all seriousness, study harder, baby" y/n melted at the nickname he gave her, pecking his lips one more time.
"of course, thank you professor" she shots him a wink before leaving the class, making him blushing madly.
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