Professor Malfoy

eleven

The next few weeks proved to be very difficult as Amelia and Malfoy carefully danced around the many watchful eyes.

Her favorite days of the week were the ones she helped him in his office, fulfilling her TA duties among...other things.

While they enjoyed fooling around in his office, they hadn't gone all the way considering any professor or student could announce themselves at any time.

But at times it could be pure agony for Amelia, watching Malfoy grade papers, the furrow in his brow increase, and if she was really lucky?

He would concentrate on grading, and bite his lower lip.

"Fuck." She quietly moaned at the thought.

"Did you say something darling?" Malfoy looked up with concern, releasing his lip from his teeth.

Nice going Amelia, she thought.

She shook her head, "I just don't know the answer to this question on my Herbology study guide." She had finished grading her stack and decided to study for her upcoming exam.

She had thought about going to the library to study, but just to be in his presence was so...calming.

Malfoy grimaced, "God, I hated Herbology. Our second year we learned about Mandrakes, awful bloody things."

He shuddered while recounting the memory.

"Hand it here, I'll see if I can be of any use." He stretched out his hand and took her paper.

He whispered to himself as he read the question out-loud, "How many subclasses are there for Class A plants?"

Amelia watched him carefully, he looked so damn good today. She felt like every molecule in her body was just telling her to pounce on him.

"Stop."

She tried to hide her smirk, "Stop what?" she asked innocently.

"You know what you cheeky minx. Stop looking at me like that. I can feel your eyes burning holes into me."

He glanced up from her paper and gave her a warning glare.

He motioned for her to stand next to him.

She took her place beside him, his shoulder touching her waist as he remained seated at his desk.

"Now, these here-" he pointed to pictures of flowers on her sheet, "They are all Class A."

As Amelia leaned slightly forward, she felt something trailing up her leg.

She noticed only one hand of Malfoy's was holding her paper and the other was-

"Pay attention Amelia." He growled, his voice low.

Ah, so this was how it was going to be. Right, time to play along.

"Sorry sir." She refocused as he kept explaining the three different subclasses of Class A plants.

But she could hardly pay attention.

She realized whatever he was doing to her leg, it wasn't his hand. No, this was cold, and smaller, almost like a stick.

His wand.

She took a quick intake of breath as she felt the tip of it trail higher and higher until it reached the material of her underwear.

Coincidentally, she had decided to wear a thong that day, which she gave herself a mental pat on the back for seeing how easy it made for him to move the small string of fabric aside revealing her sex.