Drarry oneshots

Professor? - Smut

This one-shot is dedicated to RegisSteeve who suggested this idea :3

Muggle AU, age gap but legal, student/teacher, bottom Harry and top Draco, praise and pet names.

Third Person POV:
"Mr. Potter, so glad of you to join us." Mr. Malfoy's voice murmured, though it dripped with annoyance as the class laughed and giggled.

The short 18 year old boy stumbled into the class, panting and sweating and face red from embarrassment.

"Sorry, sir." he apologized, keeping his green gaze on his feet.

"Detention, Mr. Potter. Stay after class, please." his teacher said sternly, his silver glare on him.

Harry nodded, face turning red as the entire class stared at him.

"I expect a verbal answer." the bastard hummed, crossing his arms as he leaned against the front of his desk.

"Yes, sir." Harry grit out angrily.

"Mind your tone."

Harry's jaw clenched irritably.

"Yes, sir." he said, a tad bit more polite.

"Good, take your seat now, darling." his teacher said, almost mockingly.

The last word made Harry blush. However, his face did not stay pink for long as he sat down, grumbling curses at him when his back was turned.

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After the bell rang, the students left, chattering loudly as they all headed for lunch. Only Harry remained seated as Draco approached his desk.

"You know, you're almost always late to my class. Why's that, Harry?" he asked softly, leaning on his desk, facing Harry as he supporting himself with two arms so he was towering over the boy.

"Just... I dunno, I'm sorry, sir." Harry mumbled, not meeting his gaze.

"If you keep being late to my class, you know it will affect your grades, right?"

"Yes, sir."

"Your grade right now isn't enough to pass this class, Harry." he sighed.

"I'm trying, sir... Is there any extra credit assignment I can do?" Harry asked softly, looking up to meet his teacher's gentle gaze.

"Hmm, there is. You might not be up to it. Depending on how well you do, I can even turn your grade into an A."

Harry's eyes widened, sitting up straight.

"What? Seriously?" Harry said in disbelief.

Draco nodded with a smug smirk.

"Stand up, darling." he said, approaching to the side of Harry's seat.

Harry pulled himself up so he was standing and facing his teacher.

"I take it that you'd do anything for this grade, correct?" Draco asked, stepping closer.

Sweet Harry, as innocent as innocent could be, nodded without knowing his attentions.

"Even if..." Draco murmured, leaning into Harry's ear. "it required you to sleep with your teacher?"

Harry's eyes widened. He wanted to scream "Fuck no!" and run, but he didn't. Why was he still standing here? Was it because he wanted it?...

"I-I..." Harry stammered, cheeks tainted a lovely hue of pink as Draco pulled him in by the waist gently...