Temptation in Class

The Potions classroom was cloaked in its usual dimness, illuminated only by the flickering light of the candles that lined the walls. As students filed in, Draco's eyes scanned the room, searching for a familiar figure among the sea of faces.

And then, there you were—(Y/N)—seated at your usual spot near the front of the class. His breath caught in his throat at the sight of you, your form accentuated by the curve-hugging skirt and fitted blouse you wore, a vision of temptation that threatened to unravel his composure.

Draco tore his gaze away, attempting to focus on the task at hand as Professor Snape began the lesson. But try as he might, he couldn't shake the image of you from his mind, your every movement a tantalizing distraction that left him breathless with desire.

As the lesson progressed, Draco found himself stealing glances in your direction, his pulse quickening at the sight of you. But each time he looked, he was met with a stern gaze from Professor Snape, a silent warning to keep his attention focused on his work.

But it was no use. With each passing moment, Draco's resolve weakened, his thoughts consumed by the forbidden allure of you—(Y/N)—and the magnetic pull you exerted over him.

And then, just as Draco's concentration began to wane, Professor Snape's voice cut through the haze of desire like a sharp knife.

"Mr. Malfoy," Snape's tone was cold and clipped, his black eyes boring into Draco with an intensity that made him squirm in his seat. "Perhaps you would care to enlighten the class as to the reason for your distraction?"

Draco's cheeks burned with embarrassment as all eyes turned to him, the weight of Snape's gaze bearing down upon him like a crushing weight. He struggled to find the words to explain himself, his mind racing with excuses and apologies.

But before he could respond, Snape's gaze flickered to where you sat, a knowing glint in his eyes as he followed Draco's line of sight.

"I see," Snape said with a thinly veiled smirk, his voice laced with amusement. "Perhaps you would be better served by focusing on your studies, Mr. Malfoy, rather than indulging in... extracurricular distractions."

Draco's cheeks burned even hotter at Snape's implication, his embarrassment compounded by the realization that he had been caught in the act. With a muttered apology, he turned his attention back to his work, determined to regain his composure and salvage what remained of his dignity.

But as the lesson continued, Draco couldn't shake the feeling of Snape's gaze lingering on him, a silent reminder of the consequences of giving in to temptation—especially when that temptation came in the form of you—(Y/N)—a temptation he found himself powerless to resist.