His father would hear about this! Sure, he said that a lot whether he meant it or not, but this time he meant it! He would absolutely owl home about this!
Taking orders from a house elf was so far beneath him he nearly refused. The only thing that made him eventually, begrudgingly accept his detention was the memory of serving a detention in the forbidden forest when he was younger. Filch might send him into the forest or somewhere worse for detention if he didn’t just take this one.
Compared to the forest, the kitchen wasn’t that bad, he had to admit. Still, it was servants work! And a Malfoy was no servant!
“Take the pies out of the oven!” one of the elves instructed Malfoy.
He was a wizard for fuck’s sake! He could just levitate all the pies out at once.
Malfoy accepted the over-sized heat-proof mittens one of the elves offered him and started pulling pies out one by one.
Ooh when he got his hands on Granger he was going make her pay for this! If anyone else had caught him out past curfew it wouldn’t have mattered but it just had to be the head girl with a stick up her arse. As if he wasn’t head boy!
“Alright, the pies are done. Can I leave now?”
“No. Fill the coffee pots.”
Draco ground his teeth. Fine. Coffee.
He didn’t actually know how to make coffee. He’d assume it was similar to making tea, but he’d always had an elf to make tea for him. He tried to get someone’s attention to let them know he didn’t have a clue what he was doing but they were too busy to notice him, bustling around the kitchen trying to get everything ready before breakfast.
He considering just leaving them empty. It’s not like anyone really drank the coffee besides Granger.
He shrugged to himself. They just said fill the coffee pots. They didn’t say with what. Draco started pouring from a pumpkin juice decanter into each house’s coffee pot. Well, three of the houses. He stopped himself from filling Gryffindor’s.
They only said to fill the coffee pots. They never with what. A wicked smirk slid over Draco’s lips as he unzipped his pants to fill the last coffee pot.
The elves were so busy they didn’t even notice as he dragged the coffee pot to the edge of the table and pulled his dick free from his pants as much as he dared.
He would have had to stop at the loo to piss before he went to the great hall anyway. This was so much more satisfying.
His smirk grew smug as he imagined the stunned expression on Granger’s face when she sipped her morning “coffee.” And even more smug when he realized he wouldn’t have to imagine it. He’d have a front row seat for the show.
“Are you finished?” Draco heard one of the elves ask him.
Almost, he thought as he gave his dick a quick shake under the table to flick off the last droplets of piss.
“Yes, I’m finished.” He quickly tucked himself away and zipped himself up. He had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing as he moved the filled coffee pot back to the center of the table.
“You’re dismissed.”
Draco went straight upstairs to the great hall. He’d be early for breakfast, but he’d make sure he had a view of Granger at the Gryffindor table when she got a big mouthful of his piss.
Draco’s pumpkin juice tasted more delicious than usual. Maybe it was just having it all to himself that made it taste so much sweeter since absolutely no one at Hogwarts drank the coffee. He watched Granger as she animatedly discussed something with the Weasley girl that he couldn’t hear over the great hall’s usual hum of chatter.
Finally she paused in her conversation to pour herself a cup of coffee and Draco openly stared with smug satisfaction as she gagged and spit her coffee, no, his piss, over the Gryffindor table.
Potter handed her a napkin. While she wiped her face she looked up at Draco, like she just knew it was his fault. He smirked at her. The worst she could do was give him detention again, a chance to do it again if he was in the kitchens again.
Draco watched Granger bite her lip, like she was thinking about something. She looked from her mug to Draco, and then she held eye contact with him across the great hall as she brought it back to her lips.
Draco’s own lips parted in surprise. When Granger put her mug down she opened her mouth wide, like she was mocking him, but then she stuck her tongue out in a manner far to sensual to be just teasing.
She tilted the mug towards him so he could see that it was empty. She’d swallowed it all.
Draco hadn’t expected her to swallow it, certainly not all of it. His dick hardened uncomfortably in his pants.
Granger never broke eye contact with him as she picked up with coffee pot to refill her mug. Her eyes shifted down for just a second, landing right on his straining erection, and she smirked at him before gulping down the whole cup of his piss in a few large swallows.
All Draco could do was fidget uncomfortably in his seat while he watched, and fantasize about the great wank he’d have later.
“Leaving breakfast early, Hermione?”
Who said that? He wasn’t watching anyone else at the Gryffindor table. Only her.
“I’m just headed to the loo.”
She looked right at him and winked when she said it.
Was it an invitation? Should he follow her?
Technically, he never went to the loo this morning.
Hermione paused at the doors and looked back at the Slytherin table, back at him. She winked again, to make her intentions obvious for him.
Yes, he should go to the loo now.