Hot for Teacher (A Harry Potter Fanfiction--Dramione)

This Is Everything

Hermione smiled contentedly as she caught her breath. She and Draco stroked each other's skin and exchanged comfortable silence peppered with sweet sighs and smiles.

Draco smirked as he examined Hermione's disheveled state against the deep emerald of his sheets. "You look good in green."

She rolled her eyes. "Is that supposed to be some sort of Slytherin innuendo?"

"After what we just did, why would I need to use innuendo?"

"Because you're a prat."

"Be nice, or I'll take back my declaration of love."

She narrowed her eyes. "No you won't."

He chuckled. "No I won't." He dipped his head to kiss her. "So I take it you got my note?" he asked, his lips touching hers with every syllable.

She giggled. "I did. Very smooth Mr. Malfoy."

He hummed as he kissed up her neck. "I was going to send another bouquet of flowers along with it, but that's been done to death. A woman like you deserves a bouquet of orgasms."

Hermione laughed loudly at his turn of phrase. "That is oddly one of the sweetest things you've ever said to me."

"Then I suppose I'd better get on with delivering them," he said with a sexy smirk. "Although, I'm going to need you to keep your energy up. Have you eaten?" She shook her head. "I'll pop down to the kitchens and get us something. I'd call one of the house elves to bring it up here themselves, but I know how you are about my staff seeing you naked," he sneered.

She laughed. "There is a history, yes."

He smiled. "I'll be right back." He kissed her lightly and got up to put on a robe and a pair of boxer shorts. "You just..." he motioned his hands in a circular position at her, "stay right there. Don't move."

She cocked an eyebrow. "Hurry up, or I'll start without you."

He laughed as he opened the door and called loudly out to her from the hallway outside the expanse of his room. "When I get back, I'm going to have to punish you for even suggesting that!"

With a smile on his face and a skip in his step, he made his way down the stairs, through the living room, and into the dining room when he damn near had a heart attack at the sight of his son sitting at the table staring into space as though he had just seen a ghost.

"Scorp?"

"Dad," he replied.

"Uhhh..." Shit! He was supposed to be at the Potters! Draco hoped this meant that Scorpius had forgiven him, but he couldn't help but muse at his god-awful timing. He hoped it didn't make him a bad parent that he was slightly regretful that his son had arrived precisely at the moment he happened to have a naked and very horny witch in his bed waiting for him to come up there and spank her. "Just give me...two minutes. I wasn't exactly expecting—"

"—Dad, you're good at magic, yes?"

Draco quirked an eyebrow. "What?"

"Spells. You can perform them?"

"Yes...? I'd quite like to think so."

"Then why can't you perform a Silencing Charm on your room? Honestly, the house elves don't need to hear you two going at it."

Draco stopped breathing for a moment. This was a joke. It had to be a fucking joke. Because otherwise it would mean that his son had overheard...

"Are you fucking kidding me?" he asked, knowing that he wasn't kidding.