[HP] Noble

Fifth-year Scorpius Great had never disliked the door to the head of Slytherin's office so much - oh yes, though it was more ornate and thicker than it used to be, and the cracks no longer looked like it. The same as when the previous owner was there, the bitter smell of potion always wafts out, and the sound insulation effect is good.

It has now become the most important existence in Hogwarts, just like the person who is using it.

Standing in front of the door and hesitating for a while, thinking about the hideous face that asked him to come to labor reform this morning with a blank face, Scorpius felt that Hailiana had something wrong with her eyes to feel that their potion The Professor is the most handsome man in the whole wizarding world.Then, Scorpius reached out and knocked reluctantly on the door in front of him.

"Come in."

Behind the door, a man's low and slightly magnetic voice sounded.

With the master's permission, the silver snake on the gate slid and hissed to get out of the way, and with a click, the door opened automatically.Scorpius paused, stretched out his hand, and pushed the unlocked door open a crack. He poked his head in: "Good night, Professor Malfoy, I'm here to carry out...well, after-school labor service."

The man sitting behind the desk raised his head—this is a very young and perfect face, with fair skin, silver-gray pupils, and platinum-blond hair that falls naturally softly and obediently. When he turned his attention from When he lifted his head from the book in his hand, the dim light in the office cast a shadow on his sharp chin.

"Yes, in fact I have been waiting for a while, Mr. Gretel." Sitting behind the desk, the only king of Slytherin said--yes, king, before he graduated, this guy was called The "Prince of Slytherin", after the war, graduated early and returned to school as the dean and professor. People did not hesitate to put the crown of "King of Slytherin" on the platinum head.

Scorpius' heartbeat accelerated for a short while, he swallowed his saliva and slid in like a loach, and gently closed the door.He came to the desk bundled up—even the desk was different from a year ago, and the fine wood was definitely more precious than the desk used by the Minister of Magic.

"Let me guess, how many times this month? Mr. Gretel." Draco Malfoy closed the book on his lap, resting his jaw with one hand, and curling the tip of the other finger slightly, knuckles There was a rhythmic clatter on the table, "As a prefect, instead of leading by example, I gave Slytherin points one after another in my Potions class - very bad, messed up, acting like those stupid lions! "

"But the professor..."

"Don't quibble." Draco interrupted the fifth grade Slytherin's explanation with a deadpan and merciless expression, "How can ordinary labor education make you have a long memory? I think we need to give you something that you will always remember." Special punishment above."

He stood up and walked around behind Scorpius at some point. When he spoke, his cold thin lips pressed tightly against the earlobe of the fifth-year Slytherin—at this moment, Scorpius suddenly realized that Scorpius How hot is it in Dean Leitlin's office? It's so hot that his ears are almost on fire, and when the Potions professor's cold lips touched the heat, he shivered and his knees went limp. , I couldn't help but fainted on the spot.

Scorpius said nervously: "But, Professor Malfoy, Headmaster Dumbledore does not allow professors to use lynching—"

"Ah, ever since I stepped into this school, I never took that old man's words to heart," Draco said lightly, "I didn't when I was a student, and now, it's even more impossible."

As he spoke, he returned to his seat. At some point, the robe that was neatly worn on him was taken off and thrown on the ground, and the only platinum nobleman in the room, he sat back. The soft, swivel armchair, legs slightly apart, his arms folded, his face full of lofty pride.

"come over."

Scorpius stiffened like a robot and stumbled over.

"Take off my pants."

"What?! How is this... but the professor——"

"Do it." The man sitting in the armchair frowned impatiently, he stuck out his tongue, and licked his lips that were not actually dry, which gave his lips a tinge of water, oh, Scorpius felt that his heart was overwhelmed. However, under the urging eyes of the other party, he walked obediently behind the desk, and then squatted down between the legs of the person on the chair.

"faster."

The other's hand raised, and stroked the furry head of the fifth-year Slytherin.Stimulated by the other party's panting voice, Scorpius couldn't help raising his hand, and he carefully touched Draco's raised little spot. Almost in the next second, he As if being scalded, he withdrew his hand abruptly.

so hard.

"Bring it out, sweet boy."

The Potions Master's alluring voice rang out above his head.Scorpius did so, and there was the melodious sound of the zipper being unzipped, and the erect penis almost couldn't wait to jump out of the trousers. Amidst the gasp of the young boy, Draco aroused A silent and satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

Seemingly shocked by the ferocity he saw, Scorpius widened his eyes until Draco impatiently stretched out his hand and pressed his head forward: "What are you waiting for, hold it in your mouth."

"If this is the so-called punishment..." Scorpius looked up at Draco subconsciously. As soon as he looked up, he immediately fell into the gaze of those silver-gray pupils. Yes, their great and handsome Mal Professor Fu has this ability, although at this moment his beautiful pupils don't contain much emotion.

"Yeah, that's it, boy, let's make you remember this day—until you graduate, until you start working, until you leave your job—until you lie in your grave and leave this world, and you too Don't forget today—now, be obedient and hold it...don't keep me waiting."

Draco said grimly.

Scorpius had no choice but to lower his head and try to do what Draco said, but almost immediately, he found it too embarrassing-the mushroom-like umbrella-shaped top was too big, and when he opened After opening his mouth and covering it with great difficulty, it was almost difficult for him to perform other actions——as a last resort, Scorpius stretched out his hand, and the slender fingertips seemed to still smell of books and ink stained during the day's study Son, the black-haired Slytherin boy gently held the heavy ball under the long thick column, and played it seriously under Draco's satisfied panting. , he still can't keep his teeth well when he is biting a huge one, but this clumsy licking tongue can unexpectedly bring people a different kind of wonderful enjoyment-the sound in the room There was a strange, red-faced sound of water, as if someone was squatting behind the desk of the distinguished potions master, enjoying a milk lollipop intently.

Scorpius was so preoccupied with the work he was doing now that he was well taken aback when the hand of the counterparty he was serving was placed on his shoulder.

The movement of his hands stopped, and with the help of Draco, he finally took out the full cylinder stuffed in his mouth, and moved his sore mouth, Scorpius looked a little dazed: " professor?"

"Turn around and lie down on the table."

It seemed that he was standing still arrogantly and domineeringly regardless of his body. He stretched out his hand and patted the fifth grade Slytherin's ass. His beautiful face looked calm, but he said the most lewd words.

Yet anyone knows that one should never fight the new potions master if one is not prepared to fight the devil.Scorpius had no choice but to sigh helplessly, turned around, and lay down on the cold desk—oh, now his buttocks are completely turned up, and under his arms is a half-reviewed thesis, Who is this, Tiger?I don't know... probably some unlucky Gryffindor—"Ah!"

The sudden coldness of the lower body interrupted Scorpius' thinking and completely captured his attention.The fifth-year Slytherin gasped, feeling the trousers of his school uniform slipping down to his knees—as for the top belt, ahaha, it was probably cut by the silver knife that was everywhere in the potions master's office.

He buried his head completely in the arms placed on the desk, and the darkness in front of him seemed to bring him a sense of security. However, when those slightly cold hands touched his buttocks, he still couldn't help but slightly trembled a bit.

"Relax." A contented grunt came from his throat, and Draco's hoarse voice rang out overhead.

Immediately after, Scorpius felt a finger dig into his asshole, and he exclaimed, his entire back tensed and arched like a frightened cat.

"Relax, don't make me say it a second time," Draco warned impatiently as the slender potion-making fingers hit his buttocks with a humiliating slap, and then mercilessly A second finger is inserted.

In summer, the thin school uniform shirt was easily pulled up from the back, and with his head tightly held in his arms, Scorpius gritted his teeth—but he didn't know that the darkness would make his senses more sensitive.Feeling that the other side's free hand carelessly moved down the curve of his neck, across the tip of his nipple that had quietly erected at some point, and along his abdominal muscles. However, the evil one , The hateful hand stopped when it passed the navel and was about to touch the key place.

Scorpius let out a dissatisfied grunt from his throat.

Then in exchange for another slap on the hip, Draco sneered and said mercilessly, "Don't ask too much, boy."

Next, Scorpius felt a hard and soft thing with mucus instead of fingers, pressed against his back, and slowly drew circles on his buttocks with liquid, which was tormenting Crazy, he stepped back subconsciously—however, as if his intention had been expected, the people behind him backed up at the same time, Draco sneered, and stopped all movements, he lowered his body slightly and tied his tie The tip of the finger swept across Scorpius' naked back, and the coaxing voice seemed to be right next to his ears—"Tell me, what do you want."

"..."

"Speak up, boy, or there's nothing."

"...Oh, don't be like this..."

"Say, or put on your pants and get out of my office."

"Okay, I said, I said—I want, I want you... Merlin's socks, I can't say it!"

"Be more specific, it's about to succeed." Although the lower body was almost about to explode, Draco still showed unexpected patience—"I want you," Scorpius said self-destructively, " Please, come in."

"as you wish."

Without warning at all, Draco mercilessly inserted his thick penis into the long-awaited hole that had already begun to glow beautiful red after being played with for a long time. Under him, the fifth-year Slater who was suddenly attacked Lin let out an overwhelmed exclamation, however, which didn't seem to elicit sympathy from the doer, instead, he fucked him hard, with little mercy.

The narrow acupoints seem to be unable to completely swallow the huge body behind him. Every time he pumps and inserts, he will drag out a small section of pink tender meat. They are more like holding it reluctantly and enthusiastically. The pleasure makes him feel Both of them trembled slightly, and in the entire Slytherin head's office, there was only the crackling sound of the ball hitting the buttocks, and the water that made people want to plug their ears so that they could no longer hear it. Voice.

Draco grabbed Scorpius' waist tightly, and pressed him to himself as far as possible. The unprecedented depth made both of them let out a low muffled grunt—almost stuffed the ball under the penis into that In the alluring little hole, Draco buried his cock deep into Scorpius' body.

He twitched quickly, sometimes deep and sometimes shallow, when the fifth-year Slytherin under him gasped as if being hit by an electric current flowing from the blood, he increased his speed even more, and the popping sound was almost It resounded throughout the office, the papers were scattered all over the floor, and even the ink bottle on the table was swept away on the expensive animal skin carpet-when another impact hit the sensitive point accurately, Scorpius he Rigidly bowing his back, he finally couldn't bear it and ejaculated on the expensive and sacred desk.But behind him, Draco didn't stop, even though the body under him had already returned to a soft state after orgasm, he didn't intend to let him go—he hugged the fifth grade Slytherin, and the two embraced again He returned to the armchair in a sitting posture. At this moment, Scorpius maintained a straddling posture, and his lower body was connected with his Potions professor. Piercing the deepest part vigorously and fiercely, he thrust and thrust a dozen times, and finally, before the whole body was almost overwhelmed by the pleasure, Scorpius felt that the other person was released in his body.

The whole person was lying in the other's arms, the tip of his nose moved slightly, and touched the end of the Potions Professor's hair with the fragrance of bath milk.

Scorpius seemed to be paralyzed, lying on Draco's body with peace of mind, not wanting to move.Feeling the other party's hand poking in from the hem of his clothes, stroking his back one after another.Scorpius rested his chin on Draco's neck, his eyes wandered, and finally stopped at the poor belt that was thrown on the table and apparently snapped in two—"Fifth this month, Draco." A fifth-year Slytherin complained, "You're such a slut, you haven't gotten tired of this teacher-student game, have you?"

"But it's true that you knocked over the cauldron, boy." The platinum noble replied lazily, "If you do something wrong, you should be punished. If it wasn't for your own clumsiness, I can't do anything about you."

"Oh, please don't try to put your hands in my pants next time while I'm stirring the cauldron!"

In the office of Head Slytherin, there was a lazy chuckle.

"I try my best."

Draco replied.