"Explain yourself, Mr. Malfoy"

Professor Hermione Granger, titular of Defense Against the Dark Arts, had just caught her favorite student, thirteen-year-old Scorpius Malfoy trying to tip a vial of a pink potion in her tea. The boy stood in front of her desk, looking at his shoes, flustered like a chicken caught in a windstorm, tears barely holding at the corners of his eyes.

"It was a challenge, Professor. James Potter was teasing me trying to say that I was bent. When I said I liked girls he asked who and the first person that came to my mind was you. You are the prettiest woman I have ever seen. And then he laughed and said the only way you would spare a look at me was if you got hexed with a love potion. And then he dared me to slip you one if I was brave enough. I just wanted him to leave me alone so I took the potion from him and he followed me to this hallway, so I had to come into your office. And, well, you know the rest" Scorpius said catching a tear with his finger and still looking at his shoes.

Hermione sigh. In a Hogwarts that couldn't be more opposite than the one she grew up in, a Potter boy was one of the worst bullies in school and a Malfoy boy was his favorite victim. Fucking James. He might be her godson, but he was an arse. She would give the little terror a month's detention and talk to both Harry and Ginny so they gave him some more shite to make sure they would let him know how serious they were about his behavior.

As for Scorpius Malfoy, Hermione looked at the boy, red-faced and teary-eyed, and it took all of her will not to cuddle him in her arms and kiss his forehead and tell him that everything would be alright. Then again, the little angelic boy had just tried to slip a love potion in her tea, so pulling him close to her bosom was probably not a good idea.

"Can I trust that you would not try to do something like this again Mr. Malfoy? To me or to any other woman or girl?"

The boy nodded, wiping tears with the back of his hand

"Yes professor Granger, I promise. It would never happen again"

"Very well Mr. Malfoy. You understand I still need to talk to your father, make sure he handles the situation directly with you at home. I am sure he will be of help to you talking about these subjects"

The boy nodded again. She made another effort to not roll her eyes. She had just assured this sweet boy that his father, the so-called Slytherin prince, the rumored Slytherin sex god, was a good source of information on how to treat women. She would make sure that annoying bouncing ferret would not give any inappropriate advice to young Scorpius.

Last year, her first as a teacher, she saw him at the donors' meeting, and every time she glanced his way he was looking at her. At the end of the meeting he approached the group of teachers where she stood, greeted everyone all polite and charming and then took her hand and kissed it, and then he had the nerve to say

"Welcome Professor Granger. The school governors are thrilled to have such a brilliant witch in charge of Defense." That git. Like he meant it.

Then she saw him whenever she went to the Gryffindor Quidditch games; she had to go, after all, she was head of Gryffindor house, but the annoying ferret didn't have to be there, did he? He should only have been at the teacher/donor seats when they played against Slytherin, but it seems like he went to all the games. Yet out of curiosity, she attended a Ravenclaw/Hufflepuff game and Malfoy was not there. Coincidence? Maybe. Or maybe the prat just kept hoping to watch Gryffindor lose for old time sakes. That was it, she was sure. After all her daughter Rose was on the team, and he probably enjoyed the idea of a Granger-Weasley having their arse handed on the pitch. She didn't much care for the Weasley part. Her divorce from Ron had been so dramatic she was happy he decided to take a position in a Quidditch team in America. Rose visited him frequently via portkey, and every time came back home rolling her eyes with some tale of her father's childish behavior. Still, Rose was not only brilliant but an accomplished Quidditch player and if the stupid ferret wanted to see her fail he was in for a wake-up call.

Oh Hermione, calm down. Malfoy doesn't hate your daughter. He doesn't even know her. He just likes getting on your nerves. Like, for example, he would be last to come to the donor seats, walking in only when everyone else was already seated. Then he would make a huge production of saluting the teachers and he would kiss the headmistress' hand and hers. Prat. Show off. Always being all like 'look at me I'm Draco Malfoy and women can't resist me.' No wonder poor little Scorpius felt the need to prove himself as a ladies' man. She would teach the stupid ferret a lesson. A bad example should not be tolerated.

Draco Malfoy was having a boring day at the office when an official owl from Hogwarts knocked on the window. He let the owl in, gave it a treat and read the parchment.

Mr. Malfoy

Your presence is requested to discuss an incident that occurred with your son Scorpius earlier today.

Please owl me with your availability.

Professor Granger

Draco blinked. An incident? Surely Scorpius was fine, otherwise, she would not have asked for his availability. But what kind of incident? His son was a brilliant student, so nice and caring to everyone. What could have he done? Whatever the boy did he was sure he did it under collusion with one of those freaking Potter boys. In a great example of karma being a bitch, surely his son got in trouble because of some Potty head.

And then, of course, there was Granger. With her big hair that now was not big at all, now it was a beautiful mane of soft curls rolling over her slim frame. And that swotty mouth of hers, always ready to say something way too smart and leave everyone speechless. Oh, how he wanted to shut her up. Cover her smart mouth with his and hear her moan when he slid his tongue all the way in...

Fuck! Focus, Draco. Your son is in trouble and you need to keep it in your pants. Do not let anyone know that you have a chub for your son's teacher.

Professor Granger

I can be in your office at six pm. I hope we can clear whatever misunderstanding happened to my son.

Regards

Draco Malfoy

Hermione rolled her eyes. Typical ferret. He thinks he can charm his way out of any problem just because he's all handsome and single daddy hot. Prick.

At six sharp the blonde ferret walked into her office, wearing a sharp dark muggle suit, looking like a million galleons. Prick. Not that she cared. Only because she knew he would be a show off she had changed from her teaching robes into a pencil skirt and silk blouse, and her heels were a tad too high, but she wanted to not be too short in front of the impressive tall man. Right? That's why she was wearing red high heel pumps because they were her tallest ones. Not to look good for him. Oh no, no sir. She didn't care what the stupidly handsome man in the sharp suit would think of her.

"Good evening professor Granger," he said with a smirk. Prat, pratity prat prat.

"Good evening Mr. Malfoy. Please come in, have a seat."

He took a chair in front of her desk, and she closed and locked the door and he noticed she also put a silencing charm on the door. That made him feel nervous and aroused. Draco you bad boy, you are in trouble and the hot professor has a punishment for you. Oh, fuck he should have stuck with loose robes. The stupid suit trousers were now too tight.

She locked and silenced the door only because she might lose her temper with this prat, and she didn't want the students to accidentally barge in on her hexing a Hogwarts parent. She definitely didn't want to be alone with the sexy man. No. He was just a Hogwarts parent. And a prat.

"Mr. Malfoy," she said standing in front of him, leaning her gorgeous behind on the desk "I called you today because Scorpius had a moment of inappropriate behavior that may need some correction, but I don't think he requires detention. More like... a life lesson from his father."

He lifted an eyebrow

"Oh?" was all he could come up with. Correction. He was the one in need of correction. By the gorgeous professor with the gorgeous arse. Focus Draco, focus.

"Your son... tried to slip a love potion in my tea." She blushed a bit.

Draco's eyes opened like saucers. His little angel tried to slip a love potion to a teacher. What the fuck Scorpius? Even is she is an insanely hot teacher. Seriously, what the fuck?

Hermione noticed his embarrassment and hurried to say

"He was being challenged by James Potter. Mr. Potter got a month's detention and I already contacted his parents."

Of course. He knew it. Freaking Potty kid.

"I apologize in behalf of my son, Professor. But I am sure he would not have done such a thing without coercion. He would not have needed it."

There he was, the prat. Thinking Malfoys are too good to like muggleborn teachers.

"And why is that Mr. Malfoy? Because he is too good to look at a muggleborn woman?"

"Wow! Granger what the fuck"

"Is Professor Granger"

"Professor Granger, what the fuck? I meant because he would know better than to try to pressure any woman into doing something she doesn't want to do."

Hermione flushed. What the fuck Hermione? Calm down. You just made an arse of yourself in front of the ferret. Fix it, fix it...

"So, you do think it was wrong because I'm his professor, right? Not because it is... well...me?"

He sigh

"No, professor. I can assure you, my son doesn't uphold any of the stupid beliefs I had at his age" he blushed a bit with that.

She bit her lip.

"So, Mr. Malfoy, do you mean to tell me you do not uphold such beliefs anymore either?"

He stood up and looked down at her from his impressive height.

"I can do better than that, professor. I can show you"

He cupped her face and before she had time to think he kissed her full on the mouth. She instinctively sat in the desk and pulled her tight skirt up so she could spread her knees and let him stand between them. He let a low growl in his throat at that sudden move. She pulled him flush against her body and he moved his hands to grab a handful of hair and a handful of arse while she wrapped her legs around him and went for his belt buckle before she could overthink this. She hadn't been this aroused in years; she went to teach at Hogwarts both to stay close to her daughter and to hide from the divorce and from the subsequent dating world. The last thing she thought she would ever face was an insanely hot and single Draco Malfoy, and the man felt glorious between her legs. She let his hard cock free of his trousers and when she stroke it, he rewarded her with a loud moan.

"Fuck Professor Granger, you are so fucking hot. No wonder those little prats all have boners for you"

They both laughed at that.

"Shut up Mr. Malfoy. Shut up and fuck me"

He happily obliged, ripping off her panties and thrusting inside her like a bull charging.

"Fuck, Draco, this is so fucking good"

"Yes, Hermione, you are so fucking beautiful. Say my name again you gorgeous witch"

"Draco"

"Yes, you like it don't you? When I fuck you like this?" He said while he pounded like his life depended on it

"Yes, Draco, fuck me just like that, fuck, I'm going to come"

"Yes, come for me, gorgeous, come on my cock," he said cupping her breast with a hand that he slid under her blouse and bra.

She came on an explosion of orgasmic waves that made him follow suit.

They stayed entangled for a while. He kept kissing her lips, her face, down her neck. Then he leaned back to sit back on the armchair, with her in his lap.

"Fuck Granger, if this is how you would discipline me for my son's indiscretions I hope he keeps misbehaving"

She laughed

"I doubt it. Poor thing was so embarrassed today that will last him a lifetime."

He ran his finger through her curls

"Then I guess I am all out of excuses and will have to man up. Have dinner with me" he said kissing the tip of her nose.

She smiled

"It would be my pleasure, Mr. Malfoy."