Harry x Reader x Draco LEMON

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It has been a week since your escapade with the Chosen One and the Slytherin Prince. And what a week it has been! Ever since first year your house had shared classes with Slytherin and Gryffindor, meaning you would at least see your lovers once a day. And all though the two houses had sections, you and one of the boys would sit in the back of the classroom, the furthest from the teacher's desk and from any prying eyes.

Much like now. Potions with Snape was boring as usual. Instead of the usual potion making, the class was made to do book work.

You were nose deep in your potions textbook, answering questions and taking notes on your piece of parchment paper, when you felt a calloused hand rest itself on your knee.

You glanced up from your book making sure no one was looking, before you turned your (e/c) orbs to the boy next to you.

Harry Potter.

The ravenette also had his head in his textbook, his right hand resting securely in your left knee caressing it gently. You bit your lip and continued your work.

Until, you felt the hand stroke your leg ever so slowly making its way up. You glanced at Harry, the boy acting like he was not at all sensually touching you.

Your grip on your quill tightened when you felt Harry's hand snake its way under your uniform skirt and caress your thigh.

'Oh Merlin! Why does he have to do this here and now?!'

You rubbed your knees together, hopefully to get rid of his hand (not that you wanted to) and to hopefully release the feeling building up in your knickers. Your movement didn't even faze Harry, but he did falter his trek glancing up at Professor Snape, before shooting his hand down to your opening.

Your knees shot up from the sudden action, resulting in you hit the bottom the table. Making almost half of the class turn to you, including Snape. Making Harry retreat his arm from under your skirt.

"Is there a problem, Miss (L/n)?" The professor asked with his usual monotone voice. You shook your head, "N-no sir, just got a uh...sudden chill." You played off and immediately shot your face back into your textbook.

After everyone returned back to their work, Harry continued his previous administrations: snaking his hand back under your skirt. He managed to wiggle his way under your skirt and started raining you through your panties.

You sucked on your lips, trying not to let out a mewl or a moan to bring attention back to yourself again. Harry continued to massage your dampening clothed pussy, not at all taking his eyes off of his textbook. You knew you were going to accidentally break your quill from how hard you were gripping it.

You rubbed your knees together again when you felt Harry discreetly shift your underwear, slipping a finger into your core. You let out a small noise in the back of your throat as he finger fucked you.

It was thrilling. Being touched sexually in public, let alone inside a classroom filled with classmates and having one of the strictest teachers sitting not even 5 yards from you and Harry.

Harry continued his sinful actions, progressively adding a second and third finger inside of you. You were a mess: jolting your hips across your chair for friction, rubbing your knees together for relief, you quill almost snapped in two, your lips red and puffy (your bottom bleeding a little) from trying not to moan in pleasure.

After what felt like a millennium, the school bell rang dismissing the students from their long and boring classes. Harry quickly slipped his fingers out of you before anyone could see what occurred right behind them. But this action sadly left you in the edge of a was-going-to-be-an-incredible-orgasm.

Nevertheless, you intook a large let gust of air as you slumped in your chair, turning you head to a smirking Harry Potter. Hey! It was hard not to moan wantonly in a silent class, please with the orgasm denial crap Harry just pulled on you! You were definitely going to get your revenge soon!

The ravenette sucked his fingers like a child would a lollipop, maintaining full eye contact with you making you flush red.

"Come on, love. You have class with the ferret next." Harry helped you up from you chair, holding both of your bags.

"You are definitely not off the hook, Mr. Potter. Especially with that denial you caused me." You stated as you poked his chest with a smirk.

"Hmmm, 'Mr. Potter', I like it. You should call me that more often." Harry smirked possessivly and have you a chaste kiss on your lips. "See you tonight, love." With that he left to his next class.