Title: Yes, Professor
Author: Leontina
Characters/Pairings: Draco/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Kinks/Themes Chosen: Back to Hogwarts
Other Warnings/Content: Professor/student roleplay, established relationship, cross-dressing (lingerie), spanking, toys, anal sex
Word Count: 1400
Summary/Description: Draco expects to spend his first night as a professor alone, until his boyfriend surprises him
Author's Notes: I hope you all enjoy this :)




Draco stopped for a moment in front of the door that would lead to his new living quarters.

He’d accepted the position of Potions professor at Hogwarts, following Slughorn’s retirement, and as such had moved from his swanky London penthouse to a stony, traditional suite in Hogwarts Castle. He would miss his plush sofa, his high-end kitchen, and sharing a bed every night with Harry. Partners of professors weren’t permitted to live at Hogwarts, and with all the regulations of travel in and out of Hogwarts, it was much easier for Draco to spend term time there.

It wasn’t like he would never see Harry until the holidays, though. It would just be different not waking up to his stupid face every morning.

With that in mind, Draco found himself rather surprised to open the door to his new living quarters, only to find Harry’s stupid face looking at him.

Harry was sat on the edge of the small work desk, dressed in Gryffindor robes and the ridiculous hat that students were supposed to wear but never did.

“Hello, Professor Malfoy,” Harry said in a simperingly sweet, false voice. “The Headmistress has sent me to see you because I’ve been a very bad boy.”

“Why would the Headmistress send you to me? She’s head of authority,” Draco said, blinking. He wasn’t sure if Harry was actually here, or if he was just in the midst of a vivid hallucination.

“I’m sorry, you prick,” Harry said hotly. “I’ll just go and seduce McGonagall, shall I?”

“You stay right where you are,” Draco said, because no hallucination would be able to capture Harry’s attitude so perfectly. “You’re not getting out of your punishment that easily.”

Harry’s face lit up with a vibrant grin. Merlin, he was beautiful, but if Harry was going to drop him in the middle of a sexy roleplay without warning, then Draco was going to play the game expertly.

“I don’t know why you look so amused,” Draco said sharply, in his best ‘stern professor’ voice. “The Headmistress didn’t send you here so you could make jokes when you should be being disciplined. Now, what is it you’ve done that so’s naughty?”

Harry bit his lip and looked up at Draco through his lashes, so innocent looking that Draco had to hold himself back from ravishing Harry there and then. His cock twitched beneath his trousers, growing harder by the second.

“Somebody told on me for not wearing regulation uniform.”

“Your uniform looks pretty regulation to me,” Draco said, looking Harry up and down with a hungry leer.

“It’s what I’ve got on underneath,” Harry answered, dropping his voice to a whisper on the last word--he played a naughty student almost too well.

Draco’s stomach flipped over at the implication.

“Take your uniform off,” Draco said lowly, almost growling.

“But, Professor-”

“Now,” Draco demanded, eyes flashing as Harry shot him a saucy wink before he stood and unbuttoned his robe and removed the god-awful pointed hat.

The robe fluttered to the floor, and Draco’s mouth went dry as he took in the sight of Harry. He wore a lacy, see-through bra in pale pink, with matching knickers that were tied together at the sides by a dainty knotted ribbon. His legs were clad in sheer stockings, the same shade of pink, held up by suspenders and a ruffled garter belt.

Draco’s cock was achingly hard now, and he palmed his erection through his trousers.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he ground out, biting back a moan as he continued to tease his prick.

“Such bad language, Professor,” Harry said with a mock gasp.

“Shut it,” Draco said. “You really are a very naughty boy, aren’t you, Harry? I think I’m going to have to bend you over my desk and have my way with you, but not until you’ve had a spanking for being so bad.”

“If you think that’s best, Professor,” Harry said sweetly, turning around and draping himself over Draco’s desk. “Come on, come punish this naughty boy.”

Draco closed his eyes and stifled his breath, almost coming on the spot from Harry’s words alone.

He crossed the small space between them, slapping both his hands down on Harry’s arse over his lacy knickers. Harry let out a yelp of surprise, and Draco smirked.

“Such delicious noises,” Draco murmured, pulling the delicate scrap of material down Harry’s arse. Nestled between Harry’s cheeks was the silver diamante base of a butt plug, and Draco’s cock twitched hungrily at the sight. “Fuck, you really are a naughty boy, so needy for cock, aren’t you? I’m going to give you the real thing soon enough, Darling, don’t you worry.”

“Yes, Draco, yes,” Harry urged breathlessly.

“That’s Professor to you,” Draco reprimanded, spanking Harry again. “Your arse is already turning pink. Fuck.”

Draco spanked Harry again, and then again, giving a few more in quick succession. Harry’s arse was turning pinker and pinker, already bordering on red, and the sight was delicious. Draco smoothed his hands over the inflamed skin, soothing it for just a moment before slapping it again.

Harry cried out as Draco’s hands made contact with his skin again, and writhed against him.

“Yes, Professor! Punish me for being such a naughty boy,” he called. “Spank me harder!”

“Don’t forget who’s in charge here,” Draco reprimanded, though he complied with Harry’s request until his hand was stinging.

When Harry’s cheeks were shining red, Draco couldn’t hold back his desire any longer. He’d refrained from touching himself, not wanting to come until he could bury himself inside Harry’s body, but if he wasn’t careful he was going to come just from the mere friction of his trousers alone.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” Draco said, his voice beginning to sound breathless. “I’m going to slide right inside you and fill you up. You want that, don’t you? Me, fucking you hard and fast?”

“Yes, Professor, I want your giant cock inside me. It’s all I think about it, your cock fucking me until I can’t think straight.”

Draco unbuttoned his trousers and lowered them, freeing his cock. He cast a lubrication charm over it, before carefully removing the plug from Harry’s arse. Harry’s hole was left stretched and slick, and Harry groaned at the emptiness.

“Draco…” he whined, trailing off into a moan as Draco pressed forwards and buried himself to the hilt in one smooth motion.

Even with the use of the plug, Harry was still tight, gripping his cock perfectly. Draco gave a few shallow, slow thrusts before picking up the pace, slamming into Harry hard and fast, just the way Harry liked it. When Draco bottomed, they tended to go slower, with Harry teasing Draco until he was begging, while Harry liked to be fucked hard and rough, and feel utterly ravished.

Their sex life never got boring, and though this roleplay thing was new--and utterly unexpected--Draco never could have imagined he’d get so into it.

“Touch yourself for me, Harry, there’s a good boy,” Draco ground out, as he clutched Harry’s hips so tightly they were sure to bruise. “Fuck, you feel so good around my cock.”

“God,” Harry cried. “There! Right there!”

Harry’s channel pulsed around Draco’s erection as he came, and Draco knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. He slowed his pace, driving in slow and deep, until he spilled himself inside Harry, pumping his hips in short bursts until he was completely spent.

He draped himself over Harry’s back, catching his breath for a moment, before gingerly pulling out. He stood, and Harry followed suit, immediately being drawn into Draco’s arms.

“Thank you,” Draco murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of Harry’s head. “This was a brilliant way to spend my first night at Hogwarts.”

“I knew you weren’t happy about spending our nights apart, and neither was us. And I’ve actually come up with a very naughty plan to combat that.”

“Oh? More roleplay?” Draco’s cock gave an interested twitch, even if he was too exhausted for another round right away.

Harry grinned at him. “Well, yes. But, I’ve spoken to McGonagall, and she’s agreed to let me spend my nights here, as long as I come after nine and leave before seven. And of course at the weekends I get to have you all to myself at home.”

“Excellent,” Draco said. “I’ve grown too accustomed to your stupid face, I was going to miss it.”

“I was going to miss your stupid face, too, Professor.”

“I think you’ve ruined that word for me,” Draco growled, before pulling Harry into a ravishing kiss.