"Professor Zabini?" Hermione called out as she entered the Potions classroom, her brown eyes quickly sweeping over the room and determining that it was empty. She was early, but had expected the Professor to be waiting for her. Annoyance flashed in her eyes as she put her book on a nearby desk.
"You're early, Granger," a reserved voice said as Professor Blaise Zabini left the supply area. His indigo eyes raked over the pretty brunette, noticing the blush tinting her cheeks, his full lips curving into an amused smile.
"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. True, he had no idea why his striking dark good-looks would inspire such admiration or lust, being shyly modest about his handsome face and dwelling on the tall body that was far too skinny and the nose he had inherited from his Father that prevented his face from being flawless.
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. Hermione 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.
"Granger, I am the Professor. I can do whatever I wish," a rather smug smile crossed his lips as he leaned back against his desk. His dark blue eyes moved over her, taking in the tight maroon 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.
Hermione Granger was beautiful and sexy, often starring in many a fantasy the handsome raven-haired professor woke from with his cock aching. And, tonight, little miss perfect, bossy Gryffindor know-it-all 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 Zabini, what are you doing?" Hermione stammered, not sure she liked the look in his eyes as he stared at her hungrily. Oh, who was she kidding? She was so hot for Professor Zabini 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, Hermione," Blaise 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 brown eyes follow his action. Oh yeah, she wanted him, that knowledge giving him the confidence to play the seducer that night.
"Professor, this is absurd! I'm going to report you to the Headmaster," Hermione said as she moved towards the door. She cried out when a strong arm circled her waist, pulling her back towards a surprisingly fit body.
"I didn't say that your detention was over, Granger," Blaise whispered in her ear before he moved his lips across the back of her neck. He heard her sharp gasp of breath as his mouth touched her heated skin, his tongue moving along the slender column of her neck. His hands quickly removed her robe, letting it fall to the floor, his body pressing intimately against hers.
"We shouldn't be doing this, Professor," Hermione said, trying to be logical even as his lips touched her skin.
"Why ever not?" Blaise 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 bra on. Whatever would the Headmaster say to that?"
"Professor, please," Hermione whimpered, moving 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, Granger?" Blaise asked huskily, moving his lips across her cheek, twisting her nipple just enough to cause her to moan. She arched forward, towards his palm, wanting more. Her unruly brown curls brushed against his face as he nibbled on her ear lobe.
"Yes, sir," Hermione replied promptly, her voice breathless as his long fingers continued to tease her nipples.
“Tell me, Hermione,” he purred into her ear, caressing her breasts as he waited for her reply.
“Because,” she moaned softly when his fingers brushed against her bare stomach, wetness leaking from her pussy as she ached for his hand to move lower, to touch her. "Because I'm a naughty girl for teasing you at breakfast this morning."
"And are you sorry you teased me?" he asked as he continued to kiss and tease her flesh.
"Yes, Professor," Hermione whimpered when his fingers twisted her nipple at the same time he nibbled on her neck. "I'd do anything to make it up to you. I was such a wicked girl."
"On your knees, Hermione," Blaise commanded silkily, his voice thick with desire as he pushed her down until she was kneeling in front of him, using her robe as a cushion against the hard floor. He stepped in front of her, his eyes catching hers, loving the look of desire that burned in them. 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," Hermione 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 indigo depths, she innocently asked, "May I taste you, Professor?"
"What do you want, Hermione?" he asked again, his lips curving into a slight smirk as his free hand moved over the front of his trousers. He squeezed his erection through his pants, feeling the wet spot that was beginning to form on the material, his cock throbbing as she looked into his eyes and licked her lips.
"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 thick cock.
Teasingly, she ran her tongue along his length, tasting him. He was brushing her hair 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, her face brushing against the wiry black curls surrounding his erection.
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. She was rewarded with a moan as she licked and sucked his cock, using her teeth randomly, keeping him unaware of when that small bit of pain would occur, feeling his long fingers tangle in her hair as she focused on giving him pleasure. She caressed his balls as she sucked him, her other hand kneading his arse before moving closer to the cleft between his firm cheeks, his body arching forward into her mouth when her finger grazed his arse.
"Cor, Hermione, 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. Her mouth was wet and warm, her tongue stroking his length, her teeth gingerly scraping him casually, the temptress knowing he found that slight bit of pain on his sensitive cock arousing, just like she enjoyed him gripping her hips in a bruising hold at times.
Blaise was gasping for breath, his fingers tangled in her thick hair, his body thrusting into her mouth, his eyes nearly black from desire as he looked down and saw her eyes on his face. With a low growl, he roughly pushed her away, watching her catch herself and look at him, her lips wet and red, a drop of his precum resting on her full lower lip. He knew he was too close, wanting to be buried inside her when he came, wanting her to scream out his name as they both came together.
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. With one penetrating 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.
“Blaise, Merlin, yes, please," Hermione moaned, pushing back against him, wishing he'd at least taken her shirt off so she could feel his body against hers. He was fucking her hard and deep, the sound of their panting and moans mixing with the sound of flesh hitting flesh, the noise of their fucking the only sounds in the quiet Potions classroom. She was so ready to come, her excitement building all day, so wet and so aroused.
He did this to her, made her feel alive and uninhibited and sexy. And she did this to him, playful and consumed with desire, she made him lose control. Blaise was always so calm and aloof, having a quiet demeanor that often caused him to be ignored or overlooked. He was somewhat shy but an excellent Professor, commanding his students’ attention easily because of his knowledge and passion for his chosen field, his subtle authority working better than Snape’s overt rudeness. She had teased him at breakfast, wanting to excite him, loving the power she had over this gorgeous wizard that was always so distant with those around him.
Following breakfast, she had been startled when hands grabbed her and she was pushed against a wall. The arousal had been strong when she’d seen the lust in his eyes, when she’d felt his erection pressing against her, knowing that she was the reason he was acting so assertive and desperate. His hand had moved beneath her robe, squeezing her breasts, his leg between her thighs rubbing against the wetness that her own teasing had caused, voice low and husky as he’d growled in her ear that she had detention that evening for being a wicked little vixen. When she’d moaned, her body on fire, anticipation sending tremors of desire throughout her, he’d pulled away, giving her a smirk that she was beginning to see more often before winking and telling her politely that she should run along or she’d be late to class.
She’d been excited all day, resisting the urge to go into her room during lunch and touch herself, wanting to wait because she was curious what game he had planned, having a good idea when he’d whispered in her ear during lunch that she should remember to wear her uniform to detention. He’d then spent the whole of lunch teasing her, his hand moving along her thigh as they ate, fingers brushing against her wet knickers, getting her close but not giving her the release she was craving. She loved Blaise like this, playful and sexy and aroused. The sex was always good, the best she’d ever had, but they both tended to get very excited when playing a game and that made it even more amazing.
Hermione moaned as he pushed into her wet pussy, her stomach against the hard desk, her arms resting on the desktop as she moved her body back to meet his thrusts. She wanted more, needed him to touch her, the feeling of his thick cock buried inside her causing her nipples to harden and her face to flush. Why hadn’t he undressed them first? Stubborn damn impatient Slytherin, she thought crossly, wiggling as she tried to get some friction against her breasts.
Blaise pushed her sweater up as if he could read her mind, freeing her full breasts, squeezing her tender flesh as he pounded into her. Each thrust from behind pushed her against the desk, her arms moving to stretch in front of her as she gripped the side of the desk. It was electrifying, the roughness and need, both of them giving themselves over to their desire for one another. Hermione licked her lips, the taste of him still in her mouth, sweat dripping down her back and around her flushed face.
She raised up from the desk, moving her head so she could kiss him, the kiss passionate and thorough, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths as he continued to thrust into her. Hermione could feel a familiar tension building, knowing her orgasm was rapidly approaching, tightening her muscles around him on each upward pull of his cock. It wouldn't take long now, she knew, his breathing growing increasingly 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. Her orgasm was intense, her hands holding the desk tightly as waves of pleasure spread all over, her muscles tightening even more around him as her juices flowed.
Blaise entered her deeply, laying against her back as his thrusts increased, their bodies moving against the desk, burying himself inside her when he felt his orgasm hit. He groaned as he came, spilling his seed into her grasping cunt, lips brushing against her shoulder as he made several shallow thrusts until his cock was milked dry by her clenching muscles. They kissed again, a tender, adoring kiss that left them both gasping for air. Reluctantly, Blaise pulled out of her, noticing that their combined juices had dripped on the floor.
"Fuck," Blaise muttered as he smiled slightly, his hand moving through his curly black hair as he watched her stand up, deciding that she looked properly shagged. Or perhaps the right term would be improperly shagged, considering the intensity of their union. A satisfied smile crossed his full lips as he remarked, "That was bloody amazing."
"Merlin, I don't want to move," Hermione confessed as she stretched, her body aching in a very pleasurable way. She could feel their release on her thighs, her stomach a bit sore from being shoved against the desk repeatedly, her pussy throbbing from the pounding she had just received, a sated smile on her lips as she looked at him.
"Did I hurt you?" Blaise asked gently, "I got a little rough there at the end."
"I liked it," the brunette 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."
"Do you not find me gorgeous all the time?" Blaise gave her an offended look, his eyes amused as he informed her pompously, “Well, I always find you beautiful and completely shaggable.”
"You know you’re gorgeous, Blaise, even if you rarely admit it!” Hermione watched him shrug off her compliment, a loving smile on her face as she looked at the dark-haired Slytherin. Suddenly, she arched a brow and repeated, “Shaggable?” Rolling her eyes as she pulled her sweater down over her bare breasts, she dryly said, "We definitely 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, Hermione," Blaise reminded her with a teasing grin as he pulled his trousers up and fastened them.
"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. Blaise was actually a very romantic guy, surprising her often during their nearly two year relationship with romantic gestures that made her love him even more. She had honestly never believed she was one for romance, finding such things frivolous and girly, but being loved by Blaise had changed her perception and she could admit that she was becoming a bit more of a romantic, herself.
"What about being called shaggable by one's husband?" he asked as he moved to stand between her legs, his fingers brushing against her cheek as smiled tenderly, "We do only have two more weeks until you're mine forever. Legally that is."
"Possessive bastard," she smirked as she moved her leg around his and pulled him closer. With a brush of her lips against his, she whispered, "I love it."
"Quit teasing me, vixen," he smiled as his eyes moved affectionately over her face, her hands moving to rest on his chest.
"But I love teasing you, Blaise," Hermione laughed, pouting at him as he moved her hands away from his chest.
"Darling, I need to get this mess cleaned up and then we have to make an appearance at dinner," he reminded her, though he was reluctant to leave the privacy of his classroom.
"I think Dumbledore wouldn't mind if we missed one dinner," she decided, "It's not like they require the presence of the Potions and Arithmancy 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," a smug smile crossed his lips as his eyes surveyed her, "you're right, as usual. We can grab a snack later. Right now, I want to taste you."
"That can be arranged," she 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, you get to play the student in detention and I get to be the seductive professor."
"As you wish, love," Blaise agreed before moving his head between her legs. His fingers spread her open, his tongue slowly licking a path from her arse all the way to her clit. He repeated this action several times before pulling her closer, her legs on his shoulders as he stroked her with his tongue.
She was moaning softly, the sound arousing him as he curled his tongue and began to fuck her with it, then lapping at her juices before fucking her some more. She hated when he teased her like this, never setting a predictable pattern, growing frustrated and looking adorable when she was flushed with desire and trying to scowl even as he was giving her body so much pleasure. He slid two fingers into her, his lips enveloping her clit, sucking and licking the sensitive nub as he feasted on her.
“Blaise," Hermione moaned as she fell back against the desk, her hands tangling in his black curls as his tongue tasted and teased 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," Blaise declared as he stood up, his handsome face covered with the gleam of her juices, both their bodies sweaty and smelling like sex. He caught her eyes and smiled wickedly, "Perhaps a little shagging underwater?"
"You're insatiable," she laughed, barely able to breathe after her last orgasm, and here he was talking about fucking in the shower. The vision of him with water dripping down his body, his hair curly from being wet, his hands beneath her arse as he slowly made love to her in their large shower, however, caused her heart to race and her body to tingle with even more arousal.
"I've been called worse," he smiled as he pulled her skirt down and then put his robe on. He waved his wand and quickly cleaned up their mess, knowing the teasing he'd get from Severus if his former Head of House found out that he and Hermione enjoyed playing Detention occasionally and shagging in the classroom.
He smiled when he looked at Hermione, taking in the flushed cheeks and sweaty body beneath her sweater and skirt. He wanted her nude, he decided, naked and begging for him, the dark-haired Slytherin setting his goal for the evening. With a wicked gleam in his eyes, he swept her into his arms, and smiled, "I'll get some practice for our wedding night, love."
Hermione 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, Blaise."
Blaise smiled gently, his eyes catching hers as he softly said, "I love you more, Hermione."
THE END