Scratches from Master During Potions Class
“Today we will be learning how to brew an antidote for poisons found underwater. Most of which you’ll never encounter, but our un-updated curriculum implores that I teach.” Snape sighed heavily and let a tome-sized book clunk onto his mahogany desk.
“Work with the student next to you and set up your station like so.” He laid out different-sized vials and tools and arranged them around the large caldron at his desk. “This should go without saying, but making a mess will result in losing house points. Yes, I am talking to you, Mr. Layfly.”
Hermione leaned over and whispered to Draco as if the closeness was supposed to reassure him and not make his blood pressure spike. “You’re going to make a mess all over this nice bench.”
“Mommy’s got you,” Hermione leaned over and whispered to Draco as if the closeness was supposed to reassure him and not make his blood pressure spike. Her perfectly manicured nails scratched teasingly at the cloth between Draco’s sensitive inner thighs- inching towards his crotch where his cursed clit was already eagerly pulsing in anticipation.
“Uhh-” he moaned, drawing the eyes of nearby Hufflepuff. He wanted to die right then and there. He blushed like a rose as he kept his gaze fixed on the professor. After a moment, he pursed his lips together and looked around as casually as he could to check if anyone else had heard him over Snape’s droll. All the while, Hermionie scratched and scratched and scratched him, making him more and more sensitive. More and more needy for the shameful pleasure.
To his horror, he could feel himself becoming increasingly wet.
From the front of the class, Snape clipped a boy who had fallen asleep in the front row with a ruler. “To begin,” he eyed the yawning student threateningly, “pour half a cup of Gillywig juice into your cauldrons and add three thanes of Angle’s Trumpet, stirring occasionally like so.”
Hermione replicated the slow circles Snape drew into his pot but onto Draco’s groin instead. She exhaled “ There we are,” as she found his throbbing clit through his pants and used the expensive fabric there to squeeze it.
He stifled a yelp and she began rubbing him down there in persistent circles. Thankfully everyone else was as focused on their concoctions as he was on the itch he needed her to scratch. Draco’s fingernails dug into the wooden bench they were trapped on. It took all of his energy just trying not to stick out his tongue and pant.
That would be highly inappropriate.
"The rate at which your stir is crucial in this step,” Snape added a sprinkle of something gold and glittery to his cauldron. “Too fast, and the potion will turn acidic and give its user rashes, too slow, and you’ll be staring at a pot of meaningless mush.” Snape turned to the blackboard behind him and was saying something again, but Draco was having more and more trouble understanding all of the complicated words he was using.
Hermionie’s fingers began working overtime. “Is this too fast sweetheart?”
Draco tried to pull his hand up to stifle a moan, but his hands were still securely held down to his seat. What came out instead was a barely audible: “Mommy-! ”
Hermione smirked out of the corner of her mouth as she casually scrawled down a note with her right hand. Her left was still busy torturing him. “Stop squirming little one,” she let a long finger drag where his sensitive folds met. “You’re embarrassing yourself,” she whispered, pinching his inflamed clit once more. His thighs twitched and he took a sharp intake of breath through his teeth. It felt so good and-
and-
People were noticing.
People were watching.
“Next, we’re going to add Frogward musk. The recipe calls for six and a half pinches, but I’ve found that tapping the vial on its side like this yields a more consistent measurement.” Snape tapped a vial against the lip of his cauldron and a sparkling white substance spilled out of it.
Hermione tapped on his clit absentmindedly in tandem with Snape’s taps on the vial. She stretched her fingers and swirled them around the shape of his soaked lower lips- like his private parts were her own personal fidget toys. Draco felt pure arousal shoot from between his trembling legs, to the nipples that were poking through his dress shirt, to his stupid, stupid head as he got dumber and dumber…and thinking… was hard…
He let out a needy and confused pant.
“Good boy,” Master squeezed his thigh encouragingly.
Somehow, she had the peace of mind to be successfully brewing their potion as all of this was going on. Pet felt thankful for it. There was no way he was smart enough to remember all of that. The teacher was using such big words and Pet couldn’t even lift his hands to answer a question if he wanted to. Master was turning him into a blushy mess right in his seat. He rocked his hips back and forth.
The eyes of curious students poked and prodded him with their attention- not that he was present enough to notice. The students who had heard Draco’s soft moans were so invested in the show that they began doing everything they could to keep it going. In fact, two Ravenclaws seated at the front of the class saw Hermione petting him down there and immediately worked on distracting Snape to keep him away from the escalating slut show happening at the back of the class.
It seemed like everyone was more than eager to watch Draco Malfoy be put in his place.