Chap. 21 Not Tonight!
Hermione and Draco laid together in their own peaceful bliss. Unknowing to them, students were in the room above their’s playing with some magic.
‘They vere going at it like vabbits!’ A student you imagine Professeur doing those things to you?’ Squealed Ariana.
‘I’m glad I excel in the listening spell.’ Talbot Vardon sighed.
‘Ve all are.’ The first student said.
They were slient, trying to listen in on Hermione and Draco some more. They then heard some groaning.
‘They are going at it again!’ Ariana cried.
They put their ears closer to the floor.
‘Vait...that’s not them...’ Papillon commented.
Then they looked behind them and saw one of the boys pleasuring himself.
‘Ah! Baise! Jacques ce qui sont vous faisant? Cessez de mettre sur cric au loin!’ Talbot cried. (Oh! Fuck! Jacques what are you doing? Stop jacking off!)
Papillon glared at her boyfriend.
‘Vous êtes si non mûr. Pourquoi faites-vous cela? En raison de professeur stupide Hermione Malfoy?’ She demanded angrily. (You are so immature. Why are you doing that? Because of stupid professor Hermione Malfoy?)
‘Oui. Baiser de She's chaud! Particulièrement pour un professeur! Mais souci de don't, you're encore impressionnant dans le sac, bébé.’ He grinned, pulling his hand out of his pants. (Yes. She’s fucking hot! Especially for a teacher. But don’t worry, you’re still awesome in the sack, baby.)
Everyone in the room began to laugh.
‘Je sais déjà I'm bon. Vous êtes celui qui manque de l'excitation là. I've été signification pour vous dire, we're à travers.’ She sneered. (I already know I’m good. You are the one that lacks excitement there. I’ve been meaning to tell you, we’re through.)
Everyone gasped. Then the guys looked at each other and smirked. The girls looked at each other and giggled. Papillon was definitely the most popular girl and Jacques was the most popular guy, followed closely by Talbot.
‘I can’t believe you just dumped Jacques!’ Ariana cried.
‘It’s okay. Now I have more time for Professeur Draco, and that idiot Jacques over there can go for Professeur Hermione.’
‘I guess that’s von vay to split them up. You guys are nearly the same age.’
‘oui. Dédoublez-les vers le haut. Jacques peut séduire Hermione et je peux séduire Draco! Il est brillant!' Papillon cried excitedly. (Yes. Split them up. Jacques can seduce Hermione and I can seduce Draco! It’s brilliant!)
Papillon then walked over to her ex and grabbed his shirt.
‘You vant Professeur Hermione?’ She asked.
He nodded, a bit frightened.
‘Then go get her. I’ll get Draco and ve’ll both be happy.’
A devilish smirk took over his fave.
‘Bien.’ He replied. (Alright.)
--
The next day Draco handed an assignment out in the beginning of the class so they could work on it during the period.
Papillon was sitting with Ariana. Papillon was working on the assignment with her. They were mixing potions.
‘Vatch this.’ Papillon whispered to Ariana.
Papillon took a vile of a green potion and “accidentally” spilt it on herself.
‘Ça alors! Non d'Oh!’ Papillon cried with fake emotion. (Gosh! Oh no!)
Draco was studying some books when she cried out. He looked up and ran over to her.
‘What happened?’ He asked.
‘I’m so sorry, Professeur, I accidentally spilled it on myself!’
‘Well, come on. We have to clean this up and make sure none penetrated your skin.’ HE sighed. ‘Follow me Miss Ghislaine.’
She did, but before she left the room she turned and smirked at Ariana.
Draco brought her to the infirmary.
‘Oh, let’s get some ointment for your skin if you burned it. Please take your robes off.’
She smirked. She was hoping he would ask her that. She dropped the robes quickly.
Revealing herself to be wearing only black lace underwear. He hadn’t noticed yet, because he was digging in the magical medicine cabinet.
‘Ah, here we go.’ He said taking down a bottle. ‘Are you burne-d...’
He stammered. His sentence was interrupted when he turned and her standing nearly naked in front of him.
‘Ahh, Miss Ghislaine, do you usually wear nothing under your robes?’
‘Usually.’ She replied. ‘Vhy is that against the rules?’
‘I don’t think there is a rule for that. Please wrap one of the hospital robes around you.’
‘Don’t you need to inspect me for burns?’ She asked innocently.
He didn’t know what to do. He had to check to make sure the potion didn’t touch her skin. He looked around, but the nurse was not in the room.
‘Shit.’ He mumbled.
‘Vhat vas that, Professeur?’
‘Nothing. Do you feel pain?’ He asked, looking away from her.
‘Qui. My chest and stomach...I think the potion might have touched there.’
Draco didn’t know what to do. He had to check for burns. This beautiful young girl was eager for him to touch her. He decided he wasn’t going to let it phase him. He had Hermione, he could touch any girl and not feel desire.
He walked over to her and went to his knees, inspecting her stomach first. Her smooth, firm stomach. He shook his head, trying to rid his mind of thoughts.
‘I don’t see any burns.’ He said.
‘My chest hurts to though.’ She replied.
‘Like your throat and clavicle area?’ He asked hopefully.
Then one of her hands went behind her back.
‘No...my chest. Breast area.’ She smirked. Then she unhooked her bra and let it fall to
Draco’s feet. Her large, firm breasts presented themselves boldly in front of Draco.
He may have been a teacher, but he still was only 17. He stared at them like a starving child stares a beef roast.
‘You vant Professeur?’ She asked. ‘Prenez-les. Prenez-moi.’ (Take them. Take me.)
Draco suddenly shook his head violently and back away from her.
‘Miss Ghislaine, put on a robe now. I am also taking 100 points away from Ombreux for immodesty.’ He snapped.
Her face turned red from anger and embarrassment. She walked angrily over to the pile of robes and threw one on.
‘Stay here. I will go find the nurse to help you.’
‘I don’t need any fucking help.’ She said angrily. ‘I’m perfectly vell.’
‘The potion might have touched you. Just stay here.’ He then left quickly, cape billowing as usual.
She sat on a bed, arms crossed in great frustration and anger.
-
After Draco sent a nurse to Papillon he retreated back to his classroom. He was about to go in when he heard the students talking.
'I ont parié she's baisant le professeur now.'
'Yeah. Le lis obtient toujours ce qui et qui elle wants.'
'I'm si jaloux. Je souhaite que je pourrais avoir professeur Malfoy.'
(I bet she’s fucking the Professor right now.)
(Yeah. Lily always gets what or who she wants.)
(I’m so jealous. I wish I could have Professor Malfoy.)
Draco shook his head and walked inside with a darkening presence.
‘'I voudrait savoir ce qui continue. I don't pensent que vous des étudiants devriez être parler de telles choses vile au sujet de votre professeur. Quelqu'un me disent ce qui continue maintenant. Ayez les rumeurs déjà commencées au sujet du nouveau Professor?' He asked angrily. (I would like to know what is going on. I don't think you students should be speaking of such vile things about your professor. Someone tell me what is going on now. Have rumors already started about the new Professor?)
Silence enraptured the students.
‘Well?’ He demanded.
Ariana raised her hand.
‘Yes?’ Draco asked.
‘Where’s Papillon?’
‘She’s in the infirmary. Can you please enlighten me about the latest rumors and facts Miss LaFrenaire?’
Ariana looked around at her classmates. They all shook their heads at her.
‘No.’
‘Well, until someone tells me I will deduct 5 points from every person’s house in this room.’
He began to go down the rows of students.
‘Rapide subtract 5...Ombreux subtract 5...Ombreux subtract 5...’
Then Talbot Vardon stood up.
‘Ombreux...’ Draco was about to subtract more points when he stood up. ‘Yes Mr. Vardon? Care to tell me what’s going on?’
‘Qui. If you stop fucking taking points away from my fucking house!’
Draco nodded in agreement.
‘Do tell what you know.’ Draco said.
‘Papillon vants your body, Professeur. She knows it, and so does everyone else. She had a plan to seduce you, and to have her ex Jacques seduce the other Professeur Malfoy.’
‘I see. Thank you. Class dismissed.’ Draco then left in a hurry.
--
Hermione dismissed her class, but a smirking Jacques remained behind.
‘Yes. Hello. Do you need something Mr. Lumiere?’
‘I vas vondering if I could do some extra credit vork.’ He replied.
‘It’s the beginning of the year, I don’t think you need extra credit work already.’
He then rose from his seat. He was like a story book prince, tall, dark and handsome. He had a strong figure from quidditch, too. He strutted over to her desk.
‘Are you sure there’s nothing I can do?’ He asked huskily.
Hermione stared up at him.
‘I’m sure. You are dismissed.’ She then began to stand up and walk over to open the door.
He grabbed hold of her arm as she walked over.
‘You know, Professeur, I don’t know if you know this but you are very, very attractive.’ He breathed into her ear. ‘I do things vhen I think about you...’
‘You must leave now Mr. Lumiere.’ She stated boldly.
‘Je veux vous toucher partout. Je veux m'étendre avec vous et me déplacer à l'intérieur de vous.’ He said softly. (I want to touch you all over. I want to lay with you and move inside you.)
Hermione didn’t know what he was saying. All she knew was it was French. He said it softly, the way Draco would talk to her.
Jacques slowly pressed Hermione against the wall, so softly she didn’t even notice. Then Draco opened the door quickly and flew in.
‘Let go of Hermione.’ Draco snapped at the boy.
Jacques grinned and stepped away from Hermione. Hermione shook her head and looked at Draco.
‘What were you doing?’ Draco asked Hermione accusingly.
Draco looked over at Jacques menacingly.
‘Leave.’ Draco ordered.
Jacques raised his eyebrow, crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, not preparing to move any time soon.
’30 points from Ombreux.’ Draco sneered. He then grabbed Hermione and left the room.
He pulled her into their room.
‘What was going on before I stepped in?’ Draco asked angrily.
‘I—I—I don’t know really. He made a move on me, Draco. I told him to leave and he didn’t.’
‘It didn’t look like you were putting up much of a fight when I walked in!’
‘I was a bit dazed!’ She retorted, ‘He said something in French to me and I guess I was a bit thrown off, thinking in the back of my head that it was you or something.’
‘Or something would be the correct assumption! You thought it was me? What the fuck are you talking about?’
‘I don’t know! I was confused I said! Nothing happened!’
‘If you were confused and thought it was me, something could have very damn well happened! What would have gone on if I hadn’t come it!’
‘Nothing! I told him to leave!’
‘He didn’t! He probably still hasn’t!’
Hermione scowled at him and walked away.
‘Come back here! We are not through yet!’ He yelled.
‘Yes we are! I’m going in MY room!’
‘It’s MY room too!’
‘Not tonight!’ Hermione yelled back slamming the bedroom door, leaving him alone and upset.
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