Warning: Smut (18+), swearing, fingering | 2.7k word count | Requested (x2)
Summary: Being one of only two students to get a D in your Potions exam, and therefore also a disappointment to the Potter family, Snape had bought it to your attention that extra tuition was going to be needed. However unfortunately enough, these extra tuition lessons would also be shared with you and your brother’s arch-nemesis of six years, Draco Malfoy.
Note: Snape has been substituted in place of Slughorn, just to make the story flow a bit better.
“You two are failing miserably.” Snape held up the test papers your Potions class had taken recently, a scowl etched across his face. A large red ’D’ was scrawled across both papers, indicating that you and Draco had both been the only two in the class to get a ‘Dreadful’ score.
Draco clicked his tongue at the teacher, snatching the paper out of his hand and taking a quick flick through it, little interest in his movements. Snape’s lip curled in annoyance at the disrespect, but he said nothing.
“Starting from today, you will both receive an extra hour of tuition per day after your lessons.” Draco was about to slam down his hand on the desk, opening his mouth to make a snarky remark along the lines of his father hearing about it, but Snape quickly glared in his direction. The whole classroom was plunged into a deep silence.
“No ifs or buts, Malfoy.” He turned his stiff neck towards you. “And no complaints from you either, Miss Potter.” You nodded, thoroughly ashamed of your awful Potions mark. You could already imagine how displeased Harry would be to hear about it, especially since Draco had been the only one to fail just as miserably as you did. You had tried doing anything in your will to uphold the Potters’ reputation.
Draco glanced sideways at you, and in that moment you could feel the pure hatred radiating off of him. You were going to have to sit next with him and Snape everyday for goodness knows how long. Just the thought alone was enough to make you cry.
“Cat got your tongue, Y/N?” Draco piped up, a mocking eyebrow raised. “Don’t you have anything to say about this, or are you just as much of a wimp as your brother?” His low chuckled reverberated across the room. Snape didn’t even try stopping the blond student, inured to his rude comments.
“Unlike you, Malfoy, I am actually willing to learn from my mistakes.” You retorted, having to plaster a slight smirk on your lips in defiance. You could never let your guard down around him as he took every opportunity possible to strike you and your brother down. “Don’t you want to do well in class, or are you just as thick-skulled as your father? He won’t always be there to support you, you know.” You glanced away, tucking a strand of H/C hair behind your ear innocently. That would shut him up for a while.
“No time for irrelevant conversations like these. No wonder you hopeless fools got terrible marks.” Snape snapped, pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger. “You both spend too much time thinking of new insults to use against each other, rather than concentrating on the actual lesson itself.” You fidgeted slightly at the exposing comment.
Well, he wasn’t wrong.
Draco’s lip curled as he turned his head away from Snape to look at a cabinet on the other side of the room, filled with all kinds of potions and ingredients.
“Get out your textbooks. As your Potions class was meant to be your final lesson of the day, we’ll go straight into your extra tutorial.” The black haired male walked back over to his desk and flicked through the wispy paper pages, turning to a page with the corner turned over slightly. “Both of you scored no marks on the Amortentia potion, so we will start with that. Page two hundred and twenty six.”
You flipped the yellowed pages of your own textbook, landing exactly on a recipe for what Snape had instructed. You remembered studying this exact page for hours in the library, trying to force the list of ingredients and method into your brain. Clearly, your cramming hadn’t worked.
“Sit down, both of you. You won’t be making it today, as your brains seem to be a lot slower at absorbing information than the rest of your peers. We will start with the basics.” Draco and you pushed aside the cauldrons sitting upon the table in front of you and sat down on the hard wooden bench tucked underneath it. Static tension rose in the air as the two of you jostled around, elbows knocking against each other due to the small amount of space on the bench.
“Someone would’ve thought you have a crush on me with how much you’re pressing yourself against me, Y/N.” Draco whispered, so only you could hear. You threw a disgusted look in his direction.
“You wish, Malfoy.” A heated red blush painted your cheeks, hopelessly betraying yours words. He snickered, turning back to his textbook and finding the page.
Snape pulled open an ancient mahogany cabinet behind his scuffed desk, tracing a finger along the shelves of various ingredients. He pulled out a few bottles of vibrant liquids and unique-looking solids, carefully placing them on the front of his desk, just so you and Draco could see them from afar.
“Y/N, give me the name of some of these ingredients. Without looking at your books, I should ask.” Snape said, voice completely monotone. You hesitated, scanning the row of bottles for any familiar ingredients.
“Uhm, rose thorns and rose petals?” You replied, voice high pitched with hesitancy.
Snape raised an eyebrow, a slight surprise on his face.
“Correct. Draco, what about you?”
Draco sat in silence, his eyes darting around slightly. He didn’t know.
“Hemlock.” His voice showed no doubt, as usual. Snape slapped the desk with a knuckle, his forehead scrunching in frustration.
“No, stupid boy! That’s only used in Doxycide.” Draco scoffed and looked down, obviously disgruntled by Snape’s harshness.
“Let’s start with the list of ingredients and their amounts, and then move onto the process of making it.” Snape called, turning his back to the two students and picking up the piece of chalk that lay by the large blackboard. “I expect you to be making thorough notes while I’m explaining this.” You nodded, taking your quill in your hand and putting pieces of parchment in front of you.
Mid-way through writing your sentence, you felt something warm touching your leg.
You shot a glare at the blond male next to you, who kept a straight face and continued writing his notes nonchalantly.
“Oi!” You murmured, shooing away his hand with the end of your quill. He didn’t remove it, but instead bought it further up, curving dangerously into your inner thigh area. You sat there, astounded at his nerve. You had hated each other for all of the past six years - it wasn’t meant to be like this!
Snape droned on at the front of the classroom, talking endlessly about Amortentia and the countless effects of it. Draco paused writing, obviously concentrating on something else now. You sucked in a breath as he slipped his hand up to your heat, a smirk plastered on his lips. He used two fingers to rub slightly over your panties, making you squirm. If you allowed him to continue any further, he would soon be able to feel how his touch was making you feel.
You coughed loudly, causing Snape to pause his scribbling to turn and stare at you. Draco shot his head down, pretending to be a perfectly good student, but made no move to stop his fingers. Snape raised an eyebrow but eventually turned around to continue his boring lecture.
In punishment for trying to catch him off-guard, Malfoy moved his fingers faster, making your legs tremble slightly.
“Shit.” You mumbled under your breath, partially to release the pent up satisfaction but also now knowing your panties were soaked at the hands of your old enemy. He chuckled, sending you a smug sideways glance.
Suddenly, the crooked wooden door at the back of the classroom swung open, revealing Professor McGonagall.
“Severus, we need your help in the infirmary.” Her voice was wobbly and laced with urgency. “Please, come quick.” Snape nodded, irritation tainting his face. He gathered up the ingredient bottles and lined them back up in the cabinet, slamming shut his notebook and sliding it back onto the bookshelf.
He followed McGonagall to the door and briefly turned around as Draco and you still sat at your desks, confusion etched onto your faces.
“I’ll most likely be back in about half an hour. Be patient, and please, don’t get into a fight.” You nodded, watching as Snape slammed the classroom door closed behind himself.
For a few minutes, only silence filled the stark air. What were you even meant to do, trapped in here for half an hour? Your eyes trailed over to Draco, locking with those crystal blue orbs as he sat watching you intently.
“What the fuck was that for, Draco?” You questioned, utterly bewildered by him. “You can’t just start fingering someone, you know? That’s certainly not how school works, and I’m not one of your little play toys for whenever you’re bored.” You slammed the textbook on the desk in front of you closed and shoved it into your bag, along with your quill and papers. You didn’t care if you would get a detention for it, you needed to get out of there as quickly as possible before the scene escalated.
Draco abruptly stood up, blocking your path to the door. You looked down, swallowing the lump in your throat as your eyes widened in shock.
His trousers had clearly tented around his crotch-area, and he made no effort to cover it.
“You know, most of my ‘little play toys’ don’t make me feel like this.” He scoffed, almost embarrassed at admitting it to his rival. “My my, I already know how disappointed my father would be for looking like this in front of a Potter.” You rolled your eyes.
“That’s fine by me! If you don’t want to be near me and my brother, then don’t come near us! I’m perfectly happy just staying as we were before.” You shouted, trying to dodge the blond and approach the door to leave. He wasn’t having any of it.
He gripped your neck, slamming you against the stone wall of the classroom. You dropped your bag, staring at him down the bridge of your nose.
“I hate you so much, Potter.” He murmured before smashing his lips onto yours, the kiss passionate and heated at first but soon melting into a more comfortable rhythm. With a hand still around your neck, his other one roamed your body, slipping up your loose white shirt and resting on one cup of your bra.
You tried to pull away, cheeks extremely flushed now. You weren’t even sure what to say - deep down, your heart was betraying you. It felt good, but your mind was endlessly trying to warn you.
Draco removed the hand from your chest and put a finger on your chin, pulling it up so that you looked him straight in those cerulean eyes.
“Stop trying to convince yourself that you hate me, Y/N. We both know that wasn’t how you were feeling earlier.” Your mouth hung open, unamused that he decided to step into that territory. He laughed, placing a thumb on your bottom lip and rolling it slightly. Lust filled Draco’s eyes as he watched it bounce slightly from his touch.
He was right. If it had been anyone else, you would have stormed straight out of the classroom without a single hesitation. You pressed your lips against his own once again and pushed yourself against him, feeling his hardness against your abdomen. He groaned, leaving your lips and trailing feather-light kisses down your neck and eventually stopping at your collarbone. You gasped aloud as he sucked, leaving small purple bruises here and there.
“You’re the one who wants me, don’t get confused just because I’m allowing you to do this, Malfoy.” You murmured into his hair, eyes closed as he continued. He chuckled but carried on, not denying what you had claimed.
“You’re a slut for me, Y/N. I’ll leave you wanting a lot more, let me promise you that. You won’t even want to cover up these bruises just to show everyone that you’re mine.” He glanced up with a grin pulling at the ends of his lips, and allowed himself to look you up and down very slowly, as if inspecting where to target next.
“Such a naughty little girl, going around in such a tempting little skirt.” He tilted his head and played with the hem of your grey pleated skirt before snaking a hand up. Your head lulled back as he pushed your lace panties aside and stuck two fingers into your wetness, pumping in and out quickly, giving you little time to prepare for it.
A stream of curses slipped from your mouth as he kept going, his technique working perfectly. He grinned from ear to ear, loving your writhing body under his touch.
“Call my name, you dirty little slut.” Get demanded, fingers hesitating slightly, waiting for you to beg him to continue.
“Please, D-draco, don’t stop. Please-” You mumbled, eyes scrunched shut due to the rolling climax that was coming closer and closer. In return, the blond slipped in another finger, making your legs buckle slightly. He pressed you against the wall, his muscular chest easily holding your frame in place.
Your moans echoed around the empty room as a wash of pleasure washed over you quickly, making Draco unsurprisingly smug at how quickly he had managed to arouse you. You panted, hanging your head to catch a breath.
You eyed him carefully as he bought two fingers to his mouth and sucked on them, watching you with heavily lidded eyes. Butterflies grew in your stomach once again as he did so, savouring your juices.
“Who would’ve thought a girl with such a bitter attitude could taste so sweet.” He murmured into your ear, his breath caressing your sensitive skin and sending your hairs on edge.
“Shut it, Malfoy. Don’t be so proud of yourself, other boys have done it faster.” You managed a sassy grin, knowing the comment would irritate him to no end. It wasn’t true, but he had no idea that no one had ever managed to turn you on as quickly as he did.
Malfoy’s jaw tensed as his gaze turned steely.
“You won’t be able to walk tomorrow when I’m finished with you. I’ve seen you walk perfectly fine every single day for the past six years.” His blue eyes narrowed. “What would people say if they knew you were such a slut for me? Wondering who the boy was who left little miss Potter in such a state.” He played with a lock of your H/C hair, twirling it around his long, pale finger with a startling gentleness.
You bit your tongue, completely out of words to use against him now. Visibly taken aback by your uncharacteristic silence, Draco nodded to himself.
“Oh for goodness sake, just shut up and fuck me already, Draco.” You gave in and pulled him closed to you by his white collar. A low chuckle escaped him as he unbuckled his trousers and you hoisted your skirt up slightly.
You raised an eyebrow at his hard member that sprung against his abdomen as he took off his underwear.
“Damn…” You muttered, wide eyed and wondering if that thing would even fit. The other Hogwart’s boys had nothing in comparison. None had actually managed to even scare you slightly.
“You’re going to take every single inch of it, Y/N. Like the good girl you are.” He commanded, pinning you against the stone wall. You nodded, a fiery anticipation burning inside of you as he teased you, rubbing his tip against your entrance. You ached every time you thought he was about to enter, and groaned when he finally did.
He started hard and fast, not giving you any time to adjust. Both of your moans rang out around the room, as well as the slapping of your skin against each other. He panted, chest visibly rising and falling quickly, while you called his name.
“C-come on, Y/N. Tell me how good it feels to have me inside of you.” The blond said, sliding in and out of you at a good rhythm now. You gasped at you felt him hitting the exact sweet spot.
“A-ah! Don’t stop, I need more of you.” You screamed in pleasure. “Please Draco, you feel incredible.”