"Happy Birthday, Professor Malfoy"
by Sharlene/Mynuet
Ginny Weasley knew something that Draco Malfoy did not know she knew.
She knew that today was his birthday, even though he'd tried to be quiet about it, because he had gone all out for her birthday and he didn't want her to be embarrassed because she couldn't afford to lavish him with gifts in return. He was right about that, but he forgot one thing; Weasleys might be poor in money, but they make up for it in creative ways.
And so her plan was going into effect any second now. She was hidden under the desk that had been Snape's, before he'd finally gotten the DADA position, and now was Interim-Professor Malfoy's, at least until the end of Ginny's seventh year. It was Friday afternoon and any minute now a group of first years would start arriving, so she tucked herself into the enclosed leg space of the desk and waited.
The noise of the students entering died down, but not before she heard one boy whisper, "I hope he's in a better mood than earlier. My sister said he was acting like a bear with a sore paw."
She heard him come in, and the firstie was right; Draco was practically radiating his bad mood. She was glad she'd cast a silencing charm, because she couldn't quite stifle her giggle.
Draco finished snarling at the students and sat down, cursing the rottenness of his birthday. Ginny had snuck out before he'd woken up and he hadn't even caught a glimpse of her all day. The note she had left saying she might not be able to come to his rooms all weekend had just added to the misery. If lack of discretion wouldn't mean losing his position and not seeing her all year, he'd jump her the instant he saw her. A pleasant fantasy of laying her out on the Gryffindor table was interrupted simultaneously by a hand on his knee and a squeaky voice saying, "Professor?"
"What?" he snapped. The hand had been joined by another and both were stroking up his thighs.
"I just wondered if you had the results of last week's test, sir?" The boy seemed to regret having spoken, and the hands had pushed his robes up past his thighs.
"Retrieve yours when I call your name." His voice remained steady and neutral as the hands continued their stroking and he seriously considered what to do about them. Feeling good for now wouldn't be worth losing Ginny if it was anyone but her.
Just before he ducked down to check, he found a note among the scrolls he was handing back. "Happy birthday, Professor Malfoy," it read, and he smiled. Then he looked back out onto the classful of students and his face changed to an impassive mask to cover his sudden horror. How was he supposed to teach a class like this?
That was when her mouth started pressing against his skin, small, fluttery kisses at first, until he sat with his legs apart and she eased her way between them. Her hair tickled his thighs as she nipped at the soft skin just below the hem of his increasingly tight boxers.
A student asked a question and her hands and mouth disappeared. He tried not to feel disappointed, even as he was relieved to have a chance to conduct class in a semi-normal manner. His relief was short-lived, however, as he felt his boxers vanish, leaving him naked except for his robe. She meant business.
Her mouth brushed over the head, a tease before she moved to nuzzle and lick the skin all around his cock, occasionally biting the skin of his thighs gently, then lavishing each bitten spot with attention.
"Professor?"
"YES, Mister Truesdale?"
"Er, you growled, sir."
"Anyone would when dealing with rampant stupidity," Draco snapped, his gaze turning to a random parchment on his desk in an attempt to look normal. "Back to work or ten points from Hufflepuff."
Ginny laughed to herself under the desk and ran her tongue delicately along the ridges of his head. His hands moved down to grip the arms of his chair until the knuckles were white. She closed her mouth around him and he shut his eyes, only to open them at another timid, "Professor?"
"What /now/?" He was dying. He could feel her lace-clad breasts rubbing against his legs as she moved, her hands caressing and lightly scratching his balls and her tongue, oh Merlin, her tongue was swirling around him in a way that made him want to scream... And he had to deal with firsties.
"Er, I think I added too much bircorn powder to my potion." The student cringed as Draco brought a hand up to cover his face and started issuing instructions in a clipped tone. Ginny changed her rhythm to accommodate this, rewarding each instruction with a leisurely stroke up and down his length.
Then the evil wench did something and his cock slid into her throat, her lips wrapped firmly around the base of his shaft.
"Professor? Are you all right?"
"Class dismissed. Anyone still here when I look up will lose 50 points and gain a month's detention."
There was a stampede for the door and Draco opened his eyes to look over a deserted classroom. He leaned back in his chair to look down on Ginny's fiery hair falling into her face as she started moving feverishly, up and down, her tongue and lips and hands moving over him frantically. His hands seized onto the armrests as he felt himself tighten up before losing himself completely, shooting what felt like gallons directly into the back of her throat. She swallowed convulsively and he shuddered as it sent spasms of pleasure through his system.
When he was calm enough to see straight, he looked down again to see her looking up at him, chin propped on his leg and eyes dancing. He reached down and gently tucked her hair behind her ear, then softly brushed her cheekbone with his thumb. "You are the most deliciously evil woman to ever walk the earth."
She smiled up at him cheekily. "And that's why you love me." She winked and stood up, perching on the edge of his desk to button her blouse. "I'm also the new Head Girl, since Sarah had to drop out. Comes with a lovely private room, with no one to remark on whether I have company, or if I sleep elsewhere."
"A happy birthday to me, indeed," he said as he kissed her lightly and smiled.
(Author's Note: Written for The Smutty Classroom's Blowjob Challenge; I went a bit over the 1,000 word limit. Someone asked how Draco got the job of teaching potions. My answer was: Have you never heard the words 'Plot? What Plot?'?)