Late Returns

written by: albe-chan

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction and I do NOT own Harry Potter or any of the characters mentioned, I am making no money from this, and any similarities with real life are purely coincidental. This work will contain MATURE THEMES, such as coarse language, mature subject matter (scenes containing graphic sex, nudity, etc.), and/or violence. Please, if you are not over the age of 18, or of majority in your country, DO NOT READ THIS! You have been warned!

AUTHOR'S NOTE: So, due to the multiple requests for more, and after feeling delighted that you all seem to enjoy my attempts at Dramione smut, here you go. Not sure if this will be anything more than a two-shot, but if this second chapter gets enough love (and I continue to neglect my other chapter fics like a horrible author) maybe there will be more. I hope you all enjoy! :)

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Draco Malfoy groaned, the feeling of ecstasy tingling across his nerve endings almost overwhelming. He had one hand fisted in the thick, curly mess of brunette hair, the other gripping a silky smooth hip as the witch beneath and before him moaned and arched invitingly as he fucked her. His bollocks tapped out the tempo of his rhythm, slapping with obscene and delicious sounds against the moaning witch's clitoris, with every sharp snap of his hips as he fucked the willing body around him into submission. The blond pureblood grit his teeth, his fist clenching tighter in the unruly mane of golden brown curls, and thrust impossibly harder and faster into the slick heat that surrounded and enveloped his cock.

It had been almost six months since Draco had first stumbled across his lover in the stacks of the Hogwarts Library, and in the half year since, he'd taken her in any and every position, in myriad locations, but he had to admit, nothing beat having the tempting woman in a proper bed. It was even more enjoyable when it happened to be his bed. "Oh yes, yes, Draco," she purred, arching her back even more still, and the blond grit his teeth against the urge to come that jolted through him when the tip of his cock bumped teasingly against her cervix.

"Do you like that?" he growled from between gritted teeth, tugging at her hair. She let out an incoherent, breathy noise of affirmation. "Of course you do, my naughty little vixen," Draco continued, the hand on her hip sliding slowly inward, over her smooth flesh and down toward her mound. "You love being just naughty enough to get this hot, dripping puss filled up with cock, don't you?"

"Yes, Draco!" she moaned, and he felt her pussy quiver, her inner walls gripping and clenching as her orgasm neared. He thrust harder, and impossibly faster, owning her entirely, caught up in the symphony of her drenched quim getting pounded into submission by his cock. She squealed as his fingertips brushed the hard, straining nub of her clitoris, and Draco felt his own orgasm spiral out of his control, heat fizzing over his skin and electric bliss charging up in his balls.

"Come for me," he growled, even as he felt himself go taut with ecstasy, his orgasm teetering. He flicked her clit one last time, pulling harder still at her hair, and snarled, "Come all over my cock, Hermione." And with a loud, screaming moan, Hermione Granger did as told and came spectacularly around him, pushing Draco over the edge himself.

When he opened his eyes again, panting hard, still half buried in Hermione's shuddering heat, both of them having collapsed onto his bed, he smiled and pressed a kiss into the soft, sweat slicked skin of her shoulder blade. "Unh, you've got the best fucking mouth, Draco," she moaned as he withdrew and rolled off of her, stretching like a sleepy feline before snuggling up against his side.

"Mmm, almost as good as that hot, perfect pussy," he drawled lazily, too sated to do more than breathe and try to calm his thundering pulse.

Hermione chuckled softly. "Oh no, much better," she said. "That filthy mouth is what gets this pussy so hot and wet and hungry for you." She leaned in and nibbled his neck teasingly. "Or did you forget already that you spent the better part of dinner last night using that phenomenal mouth on my pussy?"

Draco grunted, his cock twitching despite its current exhaustion. "You're going to be the death of me, Granger," he said, and reached over to smack her bare arse teasingly. "Naughty," he added as his curly-haired lover bit his neck with purpose now, then sucked and laved the sting away.

"You like me best when I'm naughty," Hermione murmured, kissing his neck still. Draco groaned, positive it would be worth dying at the hands of his insatiable witch.

"I like punishing you best when you've been naughty," he clarified.

"I like it too," she admitted, slinging a thigh over his, grinding her wet, well-fucked core against his thigh as a hand slid down his stomach. "That's why I'm such a bad girl around you," the brunette witch purred, and Draco met her cinnamon brown eyes, dark with lust and pupils blown wide. "Mmm, because bad girls always get punished, don't we, Professor?" she asked huskily.

Draco grunted, his post-coital exhaustion fading abruptly with that oh so taboo term falling from Hermione's plump pink lips. It was, if he was honest with himself, probably one of his favourite games to play with his naughty librarian lover, even if part of him felt a wriggle of awkward perversion for it. Perhaps because he actually was a Professor, and one known for being rather strict and swift to hand out discipline at that, and undoubtedly because he had young women addressing him as such on a regular basis. But when Hermione said it, looking at him as she was doing now with her sultry eyes and pouting lips, it just felt bloody sexy, and the majority of him wanted nothing more than to take her over his lap and punish her into bliss.

"You're so fucking naughty," Draco groaned, and grasped her chin to kiss her hungrily as she kept grinding against him, whimpering and moaning softly, making his libido stir back to life. "Fuck," he panted when he pulled back, and then grinned, because as much as he fucking loved playing the role of dirty Professor, he knew Hermione loved equally being his slutty little school girl. "My office?" he grunted.

Hermione sat up and tossed her wild mane of hair. "Oh no, I think it'll have to be your classroom, Professor," she replied, voice husky with desire, chest heaving in anticipation.

Draco grunted again and sat up as well, watching Hermione climb eagerly out of bed, reaching for her clothes. "Leave those," he said firmly as she made to put her knickers back on, and he spanked her lightly. "Get your blouse and skirt, the rest won't be necessary," he said, sliding out of bed himself, even as his cock twitched in glee.

Ten minutes later, he was dressed once more, although far less professionally and reserved as he would be while actually teaching, and was sitting behind his desk, the work benches and tables of the Potions classroom sitting empty and tidy, waiting for the new day to start. The enchanted windows showed a mockery of the night sky outside, the artificial, almost full moon painting the darkened classroom in silver. Hermione, looking sexily disheveled still, was standing before him in her hastily Transfigured clothes from earlier. Draco pointedly eyed her too small white blouse unbuttoned indecently and barely concealing her hard nipples, her little green plaid skirt barely covering her mound and arse. "You wanted to see me, Professor?" she asked, biting her lower lip in a parody of innocence, lashes dropping coquettishly.

"Indeed, Miss Granger," he replied smoothly, leaning back in his chair.

"Whatever for, sir?" she asked, meeting his eyes, and licked her lips. Draco groaned, unable to help picturing her on her knees, that sinful tongue wrapping around the head of his cock.

"Your attire, for one, Miss Granger," he said, sitting forward, bracing his arms on his desk. Hermione glanced down at herself.

"Sir?" she asked, looking back up.

Draco felt his cock twitch for the third time in as many minutes, valiantly trying to perk up for round two. "Is that the prescribed uniform, Miss Granger?" he asked, lifting a brow. Hermione opened her mouth to reply, but he held up a hand and she kept her silence. "It is not," he said sternly, and stood up, coming around the desk.

"C'mon, Professor," Hermione said, tone light and cajoling, even as he saw her chest rise and fall with her rapid, shallow pants. "All the girls hem their skirts, and no one does up all their buttons."

"You've been warned before about breaking the dress code, Miss Granger," he said, moving close to her. Hermione licked her lips again. "And yet you still show up to my class looking like this." He reached out and hooked a finger in the topmost done button of her shirt, the digit brushing her luscious cleavage.

"Professor," she said, voice breathy, but Draco shook his head.

"Do you enjoy my punishments, Miss Granger?" he asked silkily, and enjoyed the way her breathing hitched as he tugged on her blouse. "Is that why you insist on breaking the rules?" He leaned in and asked in a rough, low voice against her ear, "Is that why you're such a naughty little slut?"

"Professor," Hermione said again, although it came out as a guttural moan this time. Draco undid the button and chuckled.

"I think you must," he purred.

"I-" she began, but then Draco undid another button and she gasped lightly, nipples pebbling as the cool air of the dungeons caressed her breasts.

"Tsk tsk. Not even a brassiere, Miss Granger?" he teased, and when Hermione blushed, he knew she would be dripping. She got off on the mild humiliation, even if it was an act, and he got off on whatever made her ripe for fucking. He clucked again, swiftly undoing the rest of her buttons now. "Are these nipples hard for me?" he asked. Hermione moaned again, and he grunted as he palmed her breasts gently, circling the hard peaks with his thumbs.

"Yes, Professor," she panted.

"Such a naughty girl," he murmured. "Bend over the desk." She complied as he released her and Draco couldn't help but grin as the curve of her arse peeked out from under her skirt. It wasn't quite a Slytherin House uniform skirt, but he preferred it far more. "I'm going to punish you, Miss Granger," he said. "And part of that will be counting the number of spankings I give you. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Professor."

He lifted her skirt with a reverent glide of his palms up over her arse, and grinned when she arched her back and presented herself more fully for his viewing pleasure. He easily flicked the hem up and into the waistband of the garment, and heard Hermione's heaving breathing as he looked at her, signalling she was ready and willing for him to spank her. "And no knickers, Miss Granger?" he purred, stroking her bottom again. She whimpered, and he could picture her biting her plump lower lip in anticipation. "You are a very naughty girl. Sitting in class, probably touching yourself," he paused to brush his fingertips against her drenched slit, "without anything under this very slutty little skirt."

Hermione's hips wriggled a little. "Yes, Professor," she moaned.

"Do you do that for all your teachers, Miss Granger?" he asked roughly, and she cried out as he spanked her hard.

"No, Professor. Just you."

"Mmm, selectively naughty," he murmured, and spanked her again. "You're not counting. We'll have to start again."

Hermione moaned and wriggled, but by the third spank, she was counting. Draco let her get to ten, one slap after another echoing through the room growing, harder and louder every other hit, until he paused to let her catch her breath, fondling the dark pink globes. "Have you learned your lesson?" he asked roughly, even as he reached to undo his trousers with one hand. The other moved, again, to caress the slick, inviting folds, coating his digits in her arousal as he fingered her slowly and she mewled with delight. He knew already what her response would be, but he liked hearing her say it nonetheless.

"I'm not sure it's quite...sunk in yet, Professor," she panted, and Draco brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking her juices from them hungrily, pulling out his once again hard cock and stroking himself as he hummed thoughtfully.

"What do you think will teach you not to be a naughty slut in my classroom, then, Miss Granger?"

She looked at him over her shoulder, eyes heavy lidded and pupils huge with her arousal, and then stood up and turned around, rubbing her own backside. "I think, Professor," she murmured, biting that delicious lower lip again, "you'll have to have to really make the lesson sink in." She reached out and palmed his cock gently. Draco released himself and tweaked both her hard nipples, groaning as she jerked him slowly and licked her lips.

"And just what lesson would that be?" he said, moving toward her and backing her against his desk. In one swift movement he'd sat her up atop it and her legs parted as he moved between them. He teased her nipples some more, then smoothed his hands up her creamy thighs, spreading her further.

"That I'm a very naughty slut for you, Professor, and I need to be punished regularly."

Draco grunted, pushing her hand away from his cock, even as he lifted her thighs. "Lay back," he commanded, already sliding his prick against her dripping sex, teasing her clit with the head of his cock, enjoying her soft moans as she did as told, lying back on his desk and looking like nirvana unfurled before him. He slid quickly into the hot, sleek confines of her pussy, and slowly filled her to the brim before snapping his hips hard, forcing himself impossibly deeper. Hermione let out a loud moan as her breasts jiggled. "That's it," he rumbled, even as he withdrew slowly. He rocked in and out, setting a leisurely pace that made Hermione's wall flutter and her hips roll in a silent plea for more. "You're a naughty slut, Granger, but you're so fucking good," he moaned, slowly picking up speed, thrusting harder now.

"Yes," she moaned, "oh fuck yes!"

"I'll have to punish you again for that language," he growled, pausing for a beat, and Hermione whimpered and writhed in ecstasy, impaled on his cock. Draco looked down at her, seeing her perfect, tempting body, hearing her harsh breathing, and feeling her hot wet pussy clenching hungrily around him, and grunted. "You'll never learn, will you?" he ground out, thrusting deep and hard, loving the way her tits bounced and swayed with every hard thrust of his hips, pelvis rocking madly against hers. "You'll just keep pushing my buttons, making me want to fuck you like this every damn day, won't you, Granger?" he snarled, grasping his thighs hard enough to bruise. Hermione moaned, the sound wavering as he fucked her. He withdrew further and slammed in harder, forcibly reminded of that first night in the library all over again and she moaned out his name.

"Draco!"

The blond pureblood felt his orgasm building and pounded her and her soft, supple femininity melted against his desk as she neared her own release. "Fuck yes, Hermione!"

He wanted to watch her come undone and released one leg, feeling it instantly wrap around him as he fucked her hard and fast, like a man possessed, and swirled his thumb around her clit. "Yes, Draco, yes, please!" she moaned, eyes falling shut as she cried out while he took ownership of her body.

"My perfect, naughty girl," Draco hissed, the telltale heat fizzing through him as his balls ascended. "Come for me, Hermione. Come all over me, just like a good girl." And as she thrashed and arched and tensed, her body doing just as he'd told her, Draco felt her walls clenched and stutter, and lost himself in her once more.

"Fuck, I love when you play horny Professor for me," Hermione panted some time later. Draco, who'd collapsed on his lover once more, chuckled breathlessly, and kissed her sternum, rising slowly and slipping from her thoroughly fucked pussy.

"Mmm, and I rather enjoy when you play naughty school girl for me," he agreed, his legs wobbly as a newborn Thestral's, his heart hammering. They cleaned themselves up, getting dressed once more, and retired back to Draco's private rooms for a long hot shower that involved much kissing and light fondling. "Are you going to stay the night?" he asked as they dried off.

Hermione shook her head. "No, I'm expecting a shipment of new arrivals for the updates to the Muggle Studies curriculum first thing in the morning, and we both know you'll make me miss the delivery owl if I do."

Draco smirked, pulling her close to kiss her soundly, enjoying the way Hermione's arms wound around his neck and her tongue darted out to tease his lower lip. "Very well," he murmured after pulling back several moments later. "I'll drop by for morning break, then."

Hermione rolled her eyes, grinning, and finished dressing, her clothing Transfigured back into the original, respectable garments she'd arrived in after dinner. "Don't forget to bring those books back," she said, referring to the ones on his night stand, as he walked her to the door of his classroom a few minutes later. "I know they're almost overdue, you know."

Draco grinned, kissed her lightly, and tugged a damp curl teasingly. "I know, Granger, you don't take kindly to late returns."

The brunette witch grinned back and opened the door, peering up and down the corridor, making sure no one would see her leaving the dungeons at such a late hour. "Or don't," she said playfully, turning back to peck him on the mouth. "I don't mind playing cross librarian when you've been a naughty boy either, Malfoy." And as she slipped away, Draco had to shake his head, grinning like a fool as he shut the door and locked it. He might just have to forget to return those books for a good long while, because he also happened to enjoy being a naughty boy with late returns.

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