Under The Desk

Chapter One

chapter one

Tripping over myself, I made my way to class. I had overslept - a result of studying too late the night before. My hair flew in and out of my face as I stumbled through the door to class. My eyes flicked to the front desk. The chair was empty. Snape wasn't there yet. Thank Merlin, I thought to myself.

Keeping my head down, I sped to my desk. I could feel everyone watching me, their eyes completely focused. My cheeks became hot. What were they staring at? Sure, I was late but I didn't think it was that odd. I looked up quickly, wondering if I could catch anyone's eyes in an attempt to find out why everyone was paying me so much attention. But as soon as I did, they turned away. Neville looked positively ashamed. His face had become beetroot red and I watched in bewilderment as he covered his eyes and turned to the front. I couldn't understand it.

Flustered, I dropped my bag with a thud and sat myself down towards the back of the class.

As I finished getting my things out, I realised that I had chosen the dimmest corner of the room. And without paying attention, had landed myself right next to Draco Malfoy. Oh great. The Slytherin was always teasing me, the stupid git.

I could already tell this lesson wasn't going to be an easy one.

At that moment, Snape came in. I bent my head as the lesson begun, the sound of my quill against parchment keeping me calm. Maybe I half imagined the staring. Quickly, I looked up. No one was paying attention to me anymore. Yes. I must have imagined it then.

After a few moments of writing notes, the professor swept out of the room. As he went to get more supplies, I spotted a beacon of red hair not far off. Everyone else was already occupied with their own chats so I took my chance and leaned forward.

"Ron! Ron!" I hissed. The redhead turned. But as his eyes met mine, they flicked down for a moment and he almost.. winced. He let out a small gasp and his hands flew to his eyes.

"Bloody hell- what are you wearing?"

"What do you mean? What am I-" I looked down to examine my clothes and was shocked to find they had seemingly shrunk. Ron was right. What in the wizard world was I wearing?

My breasts seemed to swell from under my shirt, the lace of my bra clearly visible through the material. Underneath, my skirt was beginning to ride up my thighs, hitching itself further and further up upon my hips with each movement. A flash of black lace showed itself as I shifted in my seat. Merlin, it was almost showing my underwear!

"I-I must have grabbed Ginny's clothes by accident-" I stuttered. My face was growing hotter by the second. Oh the shame. And Neville - Neville had looked so puzzled! The poor thing! I suddenly found myself feeling extremely embarassed.

"Right well you, uh, you better get sorted when you can cause, um, you're showing quite a lot of, well-" Weasley stammered helplessly. His eyes constantly flicked towards my shirt, in spite of his attempt to keep them shielded. He sort of shrugged as he said, "Uh, you know what I mean..." And he turned away without another word, his face considerably pinker than before.

I sighed to myself. Why had this to happen? Why did I stay up so late? If I had known this would happen, I would have saved some revision for later. But no. Instead, I had showed up to class wearing clothes two sizes too small for me and showing off my bra to half the class.

"Loving the new look," spoke a drawling voice from beside me. I turned to face him. Stray strands of blonde hair flicked over his forehead, the grey eyes beneath them watching me with intrigue. They flickered down to my chest and then my forever rising skirt. My cheeks flushed for what must have been the fiftieth time as I rushed to pull it down. As my fingers closed around the hem, Draco grabbed my wrist.

"Don't," he commanded. It was strange. I couldn't move it for his grip on my wrist and yet even without his control, I felt compelled to do what he said. What was I doing? I frowned and he raised his eyebrows, as if daring me to question him. Of course, I could've done what I wanted. I could've slapped his hand and pulled it down where it should've been. But instead, I listened. Without thinking, my fingers relaxed and I left my skirt alone. I held my breath, waiting for him to let go.

But he didn't. At least, not straight away. His slender fingers continued to snake around my wrist for a moment or so. Uncertain, I watched his face for a sign - any sign, any sign at all. A sign to tell me exactly why he was acting so strange. Why he wasn't letting go. From beneath his bleached fringe, his steely gaze hardened. Then, he released me without a word of explanation. The Slytherin merely smirked as he took one last look at my exposed legs and returned to his work.

I blinked. What had that been all about? Was he teasing me? I couldn't understand it. It was just one word, after all. Don't, he had said. So why had I let him control me in that way? I leaned towards him.

"Are you going to explain to me why- well, what that was?" I tilted my head to get a better look at his face, which was hidden behind a curtain of blonde. His eyes flicked towards me, momentarily.

"What what was?"

"Y'know, you bossing me about so I wouldn't move my skirt," I hissed, afraid someone might overhear. How would this look to an outsider? Malfoy turned towards me, a smirk flickering across his lips as he did.

"Well, I just thought it would be a shame if you were to block the lovely view," he teased. I huffed, indignantly.

"Oh, ha ha!" I said sarcastically. "Make fun of me cause I showed up looking like a stripper, why don't you?" Annoyed, I rolled my eyes. I should've seen this coming. Why was it that the Slytherin just had to make fun of me? Did I really look that bad?

"A pretty one, at that," Draco remarked. My brows furrowed and he held his hands up in defence. "Hey, I'm just complimenting you but if you don't want me to-"

"No, no- it's just that.. I can't be sure if you're teasing me or not." Merlin, I sounded so dumb. He smiled at that. Before I could react, his hand had shot out and was tracing my thigh. Malfoy's fingers trailed back and forth, crawling further towards my underwear each time. I drew in a breath.

"Draco-"

"Now, this is teasing you," he whispered seductively. It was true. His touch was more than I could bear. I was not used to it. Not from him nor anyone else. I shivered with unprecedented pleasure as his fingers wandered up my legs. My face flushed. How was it that my stomach was fluttering from such a small, lazy touch? The boy wasn't even watching. He looked straight ahead, all the while his fingers tracing the skin just below my knickers. I let out a noise halfway between a squeak and a whimper as his hand crept beneath the hem of my short skirt.

Merlin, I thought, we're at the back of class. I made to pull his hand away but it was already retreating. A door slammed. I looked up to see that Snape had returned. And just in time too, I thought to myself.