Hot for Teacher (A Harry Potter Fanfiction--Dramione)

Draco Malfoy is Passionate About Armchairs

Hermione sauntered through the corridors, a travel mug full of her favorite tea clasped firmly in her hand, to her office wondering how she would spend the rest of her afternoon. She had no more classes to teach today and all her essays were graded. Perhaps she would relax with a good book and a glass of wine and...OOF!!!

Turning the corner, she made contact with a solid barrier, spilling hot tea all over the front of her blouse in the process.

"Mother of GOD that burns! Jesus FUCKING Christ!!!" Torrents of related filth spurted from her mouth.

"I'm so sorry! Oh my god I can't believe I did that. Let me help you!" A pair of hands made their way to her blouse and began dabbing at the liquid.

Hermione looked up into the face of the owner of said hands and momentarily forgot about her searing flesh.

"Malfoy?"

"Granger, I'm so, so sorry for running into you like this." He continued to dab at her blouse.

"Mr. Malfoy. Could you...would you mind...maybe removing your hands from my breasts?"

In that moment two things happened. One, Draco realized he had been "dabbing" at the hot liquid using nothing but his hands when he was a perfectly capable wizard with a wand. He blushed like a fourteen-year-old virgin. Two, a visitor arrived to the scene.

"Dad? What are you doing with Professor Granger?" Scorpius stood in the corridor gaping that his father's hands were firmly planted on his favorite teacher's breasts.

Draco removed them swiftly. "Scorp! I just had a meeting with the Headmistress regarding my annual donation. The Slytherin Common Room could use some new armchairs and..." he looked down at where his hands had been and motioned between him and Hermione.

"This is not what it looks like! I ran into her you see and...I spilled tea all over her like an absolute clutz...and then I tried to fix it...because I'm an idiot and...then...you showed up. And that's pretty much it."

Hermione had been nodding helpfully throughout Draco's ranting.

Scorpius narrowed his eyes in suspicion. "Why couldn't McGonagall have just owled you about the chairs? What are you doing here?"

Draco rubbed the back of his neck, blushing furiously. "Oh...well. It's a...nice day you know. And I thought...I'd...you know...Hogwarts is just so nice this time of year." Shut. The hell. UP Draco! You sound like a bloody moron.

"And...the Headmistress typically likes to discuss these things in person" Hermione spoke up, attempting to smooth the tension.

Draco shot her a grateful look. She blushed. He blushed. They both averted their gaze to the floor.

Scorpius watched the exchange with mild horror. He had never seen his father so unhinged.

He had also never seen Professor Granger wearing a wet shirt and his attention was inevitably swayed to the nipples he could now make out through her blouse.

Both Draco and Hermione noticed Scorpius's unblinking gaze shift at the same time. Hermione looked down and her eyes widened in shock that her shirt was now completely see through. She looked up to find Draco wearing the exact expression, his eyes glued to her chest.

Hermione shouted to avert the Malfoy boys' attention from her breasts. "Mr. Malfoy!"

Both "Mr. Malfoys" looked up at the same time. Hermione took the opportunity to address Scorpius. "Your father was just going to escort me to the Hospital Wing." She shot Draco a look.