Aster's POV

After class, Harper still teases me about apples. She has no idea why I smelt that from the potion, so I just let her assume it was something from home.

"Blaise!" she calls, beckoning him over as he wanders in from the courtyard. He joins us as we walk to the Great Hall.

"We did the Amortentia potion today in class!" she tells him, "Aster told the whole class that she smelt peppermint and green apples!" she bellows, bursting into laughter as I give her a smack on the arm.

"Do you really have to go telling everyone?!" I complain.

Blaise raises his eyebrows, letting a small chuckle escape his lips.

"What do you smell, Harper?" He asks.

I flip my attention back to Harper. "I completely forgot to ask you!" I cry, now begging for some payback.

Her dark eyes light up.

"I don't care if everyone knows what I smelt" she announces, a little skip appearing in her step.

"I smelt lavender and butterscotch pancakes" she beams.

I gape at her.

"What?" she cries, her eyes narrowing as she takes in mine and Blaise's expressions.

I look at Blaise, pure shock covers his face.

"Um lavender because of the lavender plants in your mums kitchen right?" I ask.

She nods, her upturned eyes sparkling as she thinks about her mum.

"Butterscotch pancakes?" I press, carefully.

I watch as her eyes stay gleaming, "I like sweets", she explains completely oblivious.

"Mmmm" I mumble.

We walk through the Great Hall's doors, the hall buzzing with the lunch time rush. Sweets fill black bowls in the middle of the large tables, gaudy decorations cover the hall for Halloween in a few days time.

I smile as a plan forms in my mind.

We sit ourselves down in our usual spot, I notice Blaise as he waits for Harper to sit down so he can sit next to me and not her.

We dig into our lunch, a mix of green salads and hot pie. I peer down the end of the table and spy Draco. He's not too far away, so he notices my stare and looks up. I give him my worst smirk. There's a bowl of sugar quills sitting in front of me. I grab a frosted pink one, and unwrap the cellophane before looking back up at Draco.

Once I've caught his attention, I raise my eyebrows as I swipe my tongue up the length of it, keeping my eyes locked on his. I watch as his eyebrows twitch up and his shoulders go tense. I continue to lick the quill, slowly and seductively, all the while keeping an eye on Blaise and Harper, the last thing I want is them noticing what I'm doing. From the corner of my eyes I can see them still eating, their heads down.

I pop the quill in my mouth, making sure to slowly move the hard candy up and down between my lips. Draco's hands grip his knife and fork harder, his lips now clamped in a fine line as his eyes stare sternly at me.

Before I can run my tongue across the tip of the quill, he mouths the word 'now' at me. His eyes on fire as he pushes up against the table.

I smile as I lick my lips, savouring the sweet taste of sour strawberry.

"'I'm going to go to the bathroom before class" I say to Harper before I immediately pick myself up from the table and follow as Malfoy makes his way out of the hall.

I follow him, making sure I'm a few feet behind him at all times. He leads me through the courtyard and down the other side of the castle. He ends up walking back towards the Potions classes and before I can falter he slips into our Potion classroom.

I look up and down the corridor, excitement and nerves bubbling in my stomach. If Snape or Professor Slughorn catch us, we're done for.

I push open the door to the classroom, its empty save for a few boiling cauldrons. Malfoy leans against one of the tall tables, his hands gripping the bench behind him. Closing the door behind me I step towards him.

"If we get caught Malfoy, not even your father can weasel your way out of this one" I taunt, giving him a sly wink.

"Yet you still followed me" he replies, his eyes stern.

I flick my eyebrows up in response and start towards him. Malfoy keeps his stare aimed at me as he pushes himself from the table.

"Do you like being punished Aster?" his voice rattles, sending shivers down my spine.

"I don't think we get punished enough, us Slytherins" I admit, my voice slightly shaky. He's tall frame seems to engulf mine as he stops inches away from me, his head tilted down to mine. The distinct scent of green apples overpowers me and for a second I lose myself in it.

"What you did at lunch, that was bad" he whispers into my ear.

I grin.

"Do you like the smell of green apples?" he murmurs. I can feel his smirk against my ear and my body juts in retaliation.

"Green apples are my favourite" he says, as he licks the corner of my ear sensually.

A moan escapes my lips and I feel my eyes roll in the back of my head as I let my senses take over my body.

"What did you smell Draco?" I mumble, the words leaving my parted lips before I have a chance to think about the consequences of that question.

He hovers over my ear for a split second before he chuckles.

"Wouldn't you like to know" he says before he moves away from my ear. I look up into his clear eyes, and silently beg him for some release.

His hands snake their way under my shirt, his fingers kneading and caressing every inch of my prickling skin before one hand drags up to engulf my breast over my bra, massaging with fever, while the other finds its way under my skirt to the fleshy skin of my behind. Suddenly, he snaps me against him, pushing my centre against the hardness of his own.

"This is what you do to me" he grumbles still staring into my eyes.

The intimacy of his gaze doesn't feel awkward, instead it feels comforting and intense. Like watching a close lightning storm in the confines of a warm parlour.

Finally he kisses me, slowly with a sense of indulgence. A moan reverberates in the back of my throat.

"I need to taste you" I say between his kisses.

He pauses, shock evident in his cool eyes.

I smirk, extremely pleased that I was able to shock Draco Malfoy.

I pull away, earning another confused and shocked look from him and I lower myself down, smoothing my hands under his shirt and to his belt. Before I can unbuckle his belt he grabs my hand.

"Wait," he says between gritted teeth.

"No Draco, you won't tell me to wait. This is happening, here and now" I say looking up between my lashes at him. The cold stone floor is harsh against my knees but I embrace the pain.

I shove his hand off my wrist and unbuckles his belt, pulling his trousers down to his ankles. I hear his breath hitch as I run my hands up and under the bottom of his underwear, cupping his warm thighs. I tug his underwear down to the top of his thighs, letting his hard erection escape. He sucks in a sharp breath and my heart bounces at the sight of him.

I feather my fingers up his rigid length and look back up at him. His expression carnal, his eyes darting from his length to my hand. I have him completely in my clutches.

I wrap my fingers around his base with a confident grip, gliding them up his silky warm skin slowly, watching his frantic eyes focus on every movement and his hands clench at his sides.

I slip my tongue out, ghosting it over his pink tip and feeling a fire swell in my belly over how in control I am.

I swirl my tongue around his sensitive swollen head, then trail my lips to his base, dragging a long lick up his velvet shaft, my tongue pressed flat against it.

I raspy groan escapes from Draco and the sound spurs me to wrap my lips around his tip and sink down onto him.

"Fuck Aster" he gasps, his fists clenching harder.

I sink my mouth down onto him until I feel his tip barely brush the back of my throat,I repeat the movement,  moving up and down on him. I'm completely unable to take my eyes off him and I watch as he drowns himself in pleasure, his hooded eyes drunk and locked on mine.

My previous experiences of this act have always come with a sort of expectation to comply but with Draco I feel the desire and need to make him feel as much pleasure as humanly possible. My core throbs harder with each sound that tumbles from his mouth, the groans echoing in the empty classroom.

I suction my mouth around his tip again, sucking and working my tongue around him. Finally, he knits his finger into the front of my messy hair, gripping hard while his chest heaves. A moan travels up my throat as he grips harder.

"I'm supposed to be punishing you" he gasps between laboured breaths.

I grin before I bring my hand to hold onto his hip and start a purposeful faster rhythm with my mouth, keeping my lips tight and pressing my tongue flat against him. I wrap my hand around his shaft to work him in tune with my mouth. His head falls back in response, exposing his taught neck and sharp jaw while his uninhibited noises become louder.

"I'm going to cum" he says before he moves his hands to cup my face, his eyes look so heavy and drunk that my body shivers with anticipation.

"Cum in my mouth" I say before I latch my mouth around his tip again and delve his shaft deeper into my throat.

His large hands travel to the back of my head again as I continue moving faster up and down his length. I feel his body go taut, and his thighs waver before he releases himself in my mouth. I grab the back of his thighs as he's cum shoots to the back of my throat, trying not to gag on the sheer power of the reverberations coming from both of our bodies. I swallow before I slide my mouth off him, giving him a quick sensual lick before I look back at him through my lashes.

He unexpectedly pulls me off the ground and cups my chin in his large warm hands.

"You are unbelievable" he mutters before he crashes his lips down onto mine, swiping his tongue in my mouth before pulling back. His eyes are still hooded and I suddenly realise that a huge smile is still on my face.

It's as if we both snap out of it at the same time, the intimacy shaking us and waking us up from the fever we were just in.

He pulls away from me and hikes his underwear and trousers up. I awkwardly smooth my hair down and wipe a corner of my mouth with my thumb.

The silence is overbearing, and I think back to the silence we sat in after last night. It's like our hormones completely overrides us while we are joined but straight after, when we pull apart the thoughts flood back and the doubt creeps.

I try and busy myself with straightening my shirt and skirt, but I can't push down the doubt that's rising up my throat. I don't know what I expect from him so I don't know why I felt like this but something feels odd.

"I smelt jasmine and sandalwood....and fire whiskey" he whispers, interrupting my thoughts.

I grin, my stomach twisting and turning.

"My perfume" I murmur, looking down at my feet, slightly embarrassed by his admission.

He chuckles.

"Why fire whiskey?" I ask, now looking up at him. His eyes gleam with mischief and I can't help but smirk at him.

"If I recall correctly, we were both drinking fire whiskey last night" he answers before leaving me alone in the potions classroom a smile still embarrassingly plastered on my face.