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"Professor Malfoy?" Willow called out as she entered the Potions classroom. The redhead looked around, her green eyes noticing that the room appeared to be empty. She was early, but had expected the Professor to be waiting for her.

"You're early, Rosenberg," a snotty voice said as Professor Draco Malfoy left the supply area. His gray eyes raked over the beautiful redhead, noticing the blush tinting her cheeks.

"Better early than late, Professor," she replied, trying to study the handsome Potions professor without getting caught ogling. He was the best looking teacher at Hogwarts and had a string of students lusting for him. When he had first come back to teach at his old school, over two years before, he'd had student after student getting detention just for a chance to be around him. Luckily, he'd figured out the girls' schemes early on and passed the detentions to Snape, the DADA professor. While Snape was attractive in a tall, dark and scary way, none of the female students relished the idea of serving detention with him so the schemes had stopped. Willow moved to sit at the table closest to his desk, not sure what her detention that evening would require of her.

"Ten points from Gryffindor," he said as he reached his desk, giving her a knowing look, "for being cheeky and acting like a right smart arse."

"Professor, really, I don't think you should be insulting your students!" she protested, astonished that he'd just called her a smart ass. Okay, so she had been a bit sarcastic, but that didn't give him the right to call her names.

"Rosenberg, I am the Professor. I can do whatever I wish," he smirked as he leaned back against his desk, his gray eyes taking in the tight pale blue sweater she was wearing, noticing the way the material caressed her breasts, his palms itching to trace the curves. For her detention this evening, she had paired the sweater with a brown suede skirt that fell past her knees, demure and innocent until she moved and revealed the slit that went all the way up to her thighs on either side. Willow Rosenberg was beautiful and sexy, often starring in many a fantasy the handsome blond professor woke from with his cock aching. And, tonight, little miss perfect had detention, with him. His lips curved into a wicked smile as he waved his wand towards the door, closing it firmly. He had no intention of being disturbed tonight.

"Professor, what are you doing?" Willow stammered, not sure she liked the look in his eyes as he stared at her. Oh, who was she kidding? She was so hot for Professor Malfoy that she was surprised her skin wasn't on fire. He was handsome and intelligent and could wet her panties just by listing ingredients to a potion in that sexy voice of his.

"We're going to shag, Willow," Draco said softly, watching her eyes widen in surprise at his order. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip before drawing it into his mouth, watching those gorgeous green eyes follow his action. Oh yeah, she wanted him.

"Professor, this is absurd! I'm going to report you to the Headmaster," Willow said as she moved towards the door. She cried out when a strong arm circled her waist, pulling her back towards a muscular body.

"I didn't say that your detention was over, Rosenberg," Draco whispered in her ear before he moved his lips across the back of her neck.

"We shouldn't be doing this, Professor," Willow said, trying to be logical even as his lips touched her skin.

"Why ever not?" Draco asked as his hand moved across her stomach, sliding underneath her sweater to touch her skin. He chuckled when his hand found her bare breast, squeezing the soft flesh as his finger brushed against her hardening nipple, "Someone's a naughty girl. Walking around without their knickers on. Whatever would the Headmaster say to that?"

"Professor, please," Willow whimpered, moved her head to give him better access to her neck. She could feel his erection pressing against the small of her back, her eyes closing as he continued to suck and kiss her neck, his hand squeezing her breasts as his other hand lay flat against her tummy.

"Do you remember why you have detention, Rosenberg?" Draco asked huskily, moving his lips across her cheek, twisting her nipple just enough to cause her to moan.

"Yes, sir," Willow nodded, "because I'm a bad girl for teasing you at breakfast this morning."

"And are you sorry you teased me?" he asked as he continued to kiss her flesh.

"Yes, Professor," Willow said, "I'd do anything to make it up to you. I was such a bad girl."

"On your knees, Willow," Draco commanded silkily, pushing her down until she was kneeling. He moved in front of her, his eyes catching hers, loving the look of desire that burned in their green depths. He moved his hand along her face and into her hair, the soft strands tangling in his fingers as she watched him. He purred, "What do you want, love?"

"You," Willow licked her lips, her eyes moving from his to look at the erection that was pressing against his slacks. She moved her left hand to her lips, sucking on her finger as she stared into his eyes. When she saw the lust flash in their gray depths, she innocently asked, "May I taste you, Professor?"

"What do you want, Willow?" he asked again, his lips curving into a smirk as his free hand moved over the front of his trousers.

"I want to suck your cock, Professor. I want you inside my mouth, I want you to moan my name," she smiled at the look of need that flashed in his eyes as her hands moved to his pants. She unfastened his pants, releasing his hard length. Pushing his pants down, she moved her head towards his cock. Teasingly, she ran her tongue along his length, tasting him. He was brushing her with his fingers as she began to suck on him, her left hand moving behind him to caress his tight ass as her right hand moved to fondle his balls. She took his entire length into her mouth, teasing his flesh with her tongue as she sucked his cock. She knew exactly what he liked, scraping her teeth ever so slightly against the sensitive flesh as she moved her head back, licking as she moved forward.

"Cor, Willow, just like that," he moaned as his eyes rolled up, feeling her hand squeezing his cheeks, her finger getting close to his ass. He whimpered when she began to push her finger inside him, wet from her saliva, touching him in all the right places. He roughly pushed her away, knowing he was too close, wanting to be buried inside her when he came. He pulled her up, his lips crashing down on hers as he claimed her mouth. Her hands unfastened his shirt, fingernails scratching his chest, teasing his nipples, touching every inch of heated flesh she could reach. He released her mouth, bending her over the desk as his hands pushed her skirt up, pleased to see that she wasn't wearing knickers there, either. With one thrust, he was buried deep inside her. She was so wet that he slid in easily, his hand moving to her stomach to pull her back against him. He began to thrust inside her, listening to her moans of pleasure, loving the sound of his name on her lips.

"Draco, God, yes, please," Willow moaned, pushing back against him, wishing he'd at least taken her shirt off so she could feel his body against hers. His left hand pushed her sweater up, as if he could read his mind, which was highly possible, squeezing her breasts as he pounded into her. She moved her head so she could kiss him, tightening her muscles on each upward pull of his cock. It wouldn't take long, his breathing ragged, his voice husky as he said her name. He was so close. She whimpered in need when his hand moved from her stomach lower, his fingers twisting her clit and causing her eyes to roll back as she cried out his name, her body arching from the desk, causing him to go even deeper. He groaned as he came, spilling his seed inside her grasping cunt. They kissed again, a tender, passionate kiss that left them both gasping for air. Reluctantly, Draco pulled out of her, noticing that their combined juices had dripped on the floor.

"Fuck," Draco smiled slightly, his hand moving through his shoulder length pale blond hair, a satisfied smile crossing his handsome face as he said, "That was amazing."

"God, I don't want to move," Willow said as she stretched, her body aching in a pleasurable way.

"Did I hurt you?" Draco asked softly, "I got a little rough there at the end."

"I liked it," the redhead admitted before she straightened up, a smile on her face as she looked at him, "Damn, you're gorgeous when you're all sweaty and smelling like sex."

"I'm always gorgeous," Draco smirked, "just as you're always beautiful and shaggable."

"Shaggable?" Willow repeated as she pulled her sweater down, rolling her eyes, "We so need to work on the romantic sweet nothings that are supposed to be shared after amazing sex."

"I haven't heard you complaining about my bedside manner following sex during the last two years, Willow," Draco reminded her smugly.

"Yeah, well, being called shaggable by one's fiancé is somewhat less romantic than say being called sexy and desirable," she muttered as an amused smile crossed her face.

"What about being called shaggable by one's husband?" he asked as he moved to stand between her legs, "Since, you know, we've only got three more weeks until you're mine forever, legally that is."

"Possessive bastard," she smirked as she moved her leg around his, "I love it."

"Quit teasing me, wench," he smiled as his eyes moved affectionately over her face.

"But I love teasing you, Draco," Willow laughed, pouting at him as he moved her hands away from his chest.

"Willow, I need to get this mess cleaned up and then we have to make an appearance at dinner," Draco reminded her.

"I think Dumbledore wouldn't mind if we missed one dinner," Willow smiled, "It's not like they require the presence of the Potions and Muggle Studies professors. Besides, it would give Minerva, Albus, and Severus something to gossip about. They're always telling us we go at it like oversexed bunnies anyway!"

"They're just jealous," Draco said smugly, "you're right. We can grab a snack later. Right now, I want to taste you."

"That can be arranged," Willow said as she unfastened her skirt and slid it off before sitting back on the desk and spreading her legs. She watched her lover kneel, her hand moving through his soft hair before he began to feast on her, catching his eyes as she smiled, "Next time, baby, you get to play the student in detention and I get to be the seductive professor."

"As you wish, love," Draco agreed before moving his head between her legs.

"Oh God," Willow moaned as she fell back against the desk, her hands tangling in his pale blond hair as his tongue tasted her. Dinner could definitely wait, she decided, her moans becoming whimpers as his hand joined his mouth in teasing her. It wasn't long before he had her crying out his name as she came against his face, knowing exactly where to touch to give her the most pleasure.

"I think we need a shower," Draco suggested as he stood up, his face covered with the gleam of her juices, both their bodies sweaty and smelling like sex. "Perhaps a little shagging underwater?"

"You're insatiable," Willow laughed, barely able to breath after her last orgasm, and here he was talking about doing it in the shower.

"I've been called worse," he smirked as he pulled his pants up and put his robe on. He waved his wand and quickly cleaned up their mess, knowing the teasing he'd get from Severus if his Godfather found out he and Willow liked to play Hot for Teacher, as she called it after some silly muggle song from her childhood, and shagged in the classroom. He smiled when he looked at Willow, taking in the flushed cheeks and sweaty body. She looked as if she had just been properly shagged, which she had. Moving to sweep her into his arms, he said, "I'll get some practice for our wedding night, love."

Willow laughed as he carried her to their room, thankful that everyone was at dinner. She sighed as she rested her head against his shoulder, whispering, "I love you, Draco."

Draco smiled at her, his eyes catching hers as he said, "I love you more, Willow."

THE END