A Tense Lesson

The Potions classroom buzzed with anticipation as students settled into their seats, the air thick with the promise of another grueling lesson under the watchful eye of Professor Snape. Draco's gaze flickered to where you—(Y/N)—sat, a knot of tension forming in his stomach at the sight of you.

As Snape launched into his lecture on the reproduction of wizards and witches, Draco found it increasingly difficult to focus. Thoughts of you—of your twisted game—swirled through his mind like a whirlwind, threatening to consume him whole.

Desperate to regain his composure, Draco raised his hand, a sly smirk playing at the corners of his lips as Snape called on him to speak.

"What about the girls that are so needy?" Draco asked, his voice dripping with innuendo as he fixed you with a pointed stare.

The color drained from your face at his words, a flash of anger igniting in your eyes as you shot him an evil glare. But Draco remained unfazed, his smirk widening as he watched your reaction with a sense of satisfaction.

Snape's gaze flickered between Draco and you, a look of thinly veiled amusement crossing his features. "An interesting question, Mr. Malfoy," he remarked, his tone laced with a hint of sarcasm. "Perhaps you would care to elaborate?"

Draco's smirk grew even wider at Snape's invitation, a sense of triumph swelling within him as he realized the power he held over you. "I was just wondering," he said, his voice dripping with mock innocence. "What measures should be taken to... satisfy their needs?"

A ripple of laughter broke out among the students at Draco's suggestive tone, but you remained stone-faced, your gaze locked with his in a battle of wills.

But as the lesson continued, Draco couldn't shake the feeling of victory that coursed through him, a sense of satisfaction at having rattled you to the core. And as he sat there in the dimly lit classroom, a smug smile playing at the corners of his lips, Draco knew that the game was far from over—that the real battle had only just begun.