𝐬𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 • 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲 𖹭 𝐝.𝐦

the clue is in
the title...

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Malfoy's class.

I dare say my favourite of them all.

I sneakily roll up my skirt a little as I walk there. Me and Pansy don't have this class together, so I'm alone.

Good, to be honest. Pansy would notice the sneaky looks me and Draco give eachother. The notes he passes me and how often I stay after class, or how early I always am in class.

I sit down, around the middle of the class and I cross my legs, fixing my hair a little as Draco sorts some things out at the front.

Oops! Sorry for my slip up, we're in class so I "must refer to him as Professor Malfoy, not Draco."

"Hi." I say, tucking a few peices of hair behind me ear. No one is in class yet.

"Afternoon, Y/n." He says, looking back at me and smirking.

"I'm early." I blurt out, not sure what to say after being pinned by his stare.

"So it seems." The effortless charm and slight tease radiates off of him so naturally that I almost melt.

We don't get to say anymore because people start arriving to class. And now we have to go back to pretending.

That my perfume isn't embedded in his bedsheets. That he hasn't marked every part of me wirh his lips. That the only way we know eachother is that I'm his student.

The class is already full now, people murmering and chatting.

Then Dray stands up. Silence.

That's the hold he had over this class; he was a leader. People respected him. People admired his teaching skills.

And trust me, those weren't his only skills.

The memories of last night have me biting my lip and blinking fast, unable to forget the feeling of his hands on my body.

His voice drawls on in the background as I daydream, too caught up in my own thoughts to care.

"Y/n? Can you do me a favour by answering the question I've repeated to you about 3 times?"

I blush in embarrassment as the class chuckles a little and it takes all of my willpower not to roll my eyes.

"Wasn't paying attention, sir. Forgive me." I say, forcing out a polite tone in my voice.

"Stay after class. If you can't concentrate now, it must be because you want to take some of your own time to revise. So we will do just that."

I hold back a groan. "Stay after class." Butterflies flutter in my stomach again.

The rest of the class passes by in a blur, but the sight of Malfoy teaching keeps me entertained enough.

When it ends, I don't even pack up my stuff, knowing that I'll be staying to revise.

The few friends I have in this class wish me luck with this professor and I chuckle. If only they knew.

I walk up to Dracos's desk, walking around it and sitting on top of it, facing him.

"You wanted to see me, sir?" I say, blinking innocently.

Hands on my bare skin. Whimpers. Groans. Moans. Screams.

"You need to start paying attention in my class. I can't keep... pulling strings for you."

My mood becomes even more foul by the minute - being humiliated in class and now he's threatening my grades.