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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
24,834
Reviews:
138
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
First week
AN/Thanks for reviewing! Little hint, this story will turn out to be mostly about the two new members of each club and their separate adventures, though I couldn’t resist at least one romp with each participant. Have fun! (Author runs after smut bunny before it hops out the door)
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First Week
Because of what they had said, because they had admitted to having sex with these girls, Severus found himself looking at the females in his Advanced Potions class more intently. More than once during the last hour, he found himself sitting behind his desk as he felt his erection flare out his robes. Damn them all. Lupin especially. He was the one that said that thing about their fragrance, their perky breasts, the way they look at you, or something like that. Well, Severus knew they were not going to be looking at him like that. Or were they?
Pansy and Millicent sat at the front table giving Severus an easy view. Blonde and haughty, Pansy had blossomed over the years. No longer was she the fawning girl who hung onto Draco’s every move. She held herself with a grace and certainty that she was worth a male pursuing her not the other way around. And the males did pursue. Severus had even noticed several of the Gryffindor twits trying their hands at interesting Pansy. True Slytherin she was, she had only sneered at their advancements.
Millicent on the other hand was homely, her large square face reminding Severus of a bulldog. Still the girl had her own qualities, a set of ample breasts that were not hidden by the voluminous robes. Damn, not again he thought as his cock hardened and he was forced to sit behind his desk once more.
Severus scanned the room trying to distract his thoughts. His eyes fell on Padma Patil. Damn that wasn’t helping. A seventeen-year-old girl shouldn’t look that sexy. He turned his attention to the right of the room to the two Hufflepuff girls who somehow had managed to get into this class. Alicia Moon and Hannah Abbott sat talking quietly. Severus heard Charlie’s account of Hannah going down on him in his mind and he almost groaned, tearing his gaze away from their table.
Glaring Severus focused his attention further back in the classroom. Hermione Granger sat between Potter and Weasley. Good, he felt his erection deflating as he sneered at the trio. He couldn’t believe he had been forced to endure them for the entire seven years. Granger excelled in potions but her fellow mates had not.
Granger. She stirred her cauldron now, her face flushed from the heat, her curly brown hair clinging to the side of her face. Her tongue flicked out aickeicked at her lips as she frowned in concentration as she added another ingredient. Severus was memorized as he watched her mouth, the tongue moving up to lick at her upper lip, then slipping in leaving the pink full lips wet and moist…bloody hell. His erection had returned twofold and was painfully hard.
The sound of sniggering interrupted his thoughts and he turned his eyes once more to the first table. Pansy and Millicent were snickering and when his eyes caught Pansy’s he knew that she was on to him. Smiling slyly, she pursed her lips, blowing him a small kiss. “Bulstrode, Parkinson!” he said angrily. “Detention for interrupting the class. The next time you find something amusing, be sure to laugh on your own time.” Pansy’s smile deepened and she gave Millicent a nudge.
****
“Excellent!” Pomona told her small seventh year Herbology class. “The extraction of the sap of the Stinging Needle bush is a difficult task and I msay say I am thoroughly impressed at everyone’s ability.”
The class consisted of only five students, those who had an interest in using Herbology in their careers. And only two of them males, she thought glumly. Pomona knew she was not pretty like Fleur and Saphina or aggressive like Rolanda. Her age and weight gave her a definite disadvantage in interesting the boys.
“Class dismissed. Be sure you read the section on underwater harvesting for next week. Longbottom, would you mind staying a moment?”
Neville waited till his classmates had left before approaching Professor Sprout nervously. “Yes Professor?”
“I was wondering if you would like to assist me with a special project,” she asked him sweetly, smiling at the flushed boy. “Hagrid told me there are some Moaning Violets growing wild beyond the stream in the Forbidden Forest. I would like to collect some for the class to study.”
Neville’s face brightened. “Yes Professor, I will be glad to help.”
“Good and tell me when does one transplant a Moaning Violet?”
“Only during the light of the moon, preferably right before the morning dampness descends.”
“Five points to Gryffindor,” Pomona said brightly. “I will expect you here around three am then.”
****
Remus walked among the desks in the DADA class as the sixth years finished the quiz they were taking. He stopped beside Ginny Weasley’s desk peering over her shoulder as hur hurriedly scribbled down the answer to the last question. “Are you sure about that Miss Weasley?” he asked causing Ginny to jump.
Blushing Ginny looked up at Remus noting the smile on his face. “Yes I am quite sure.”
Remus grinned at her and straightened. “Quills down. Miss Lovegood please collect the tests,” he told the girl sitting beside Ginny. The dreamy eyed girl looked at Remus a moment giving him a small smile and began collecting the papers. “Everyone have a good week,” he said cheerfully to the class as the bell rang.
Remus went to his desk. Luna was leaning against it watching him carefully, her large eyes never blinking.
“Something I can do for you Luna?” he asked gently.
“Do you know we have something in common?” she said offhandley as she fingered her wand she had stuck behind her ear.
“What’s that?”
“We both have last names that start with L and we both have Ginny for a friend,” she said softly, her expression changing a bit. Remus raised an eyebrow as she saw the girl lick her lips.
“True,” he said patiently. “Anything else?”
“Well,” she said moving around the desk to stand beside him. Remus’ nose twitched. It couldn’t be but the smell was undeniable. The girl was aroused. “You know what today is Professor?” she asked coyly, her hand touching his shoulder now.
Remus raised an eyebrow at her, resisting the urge to remove her hand. The girl was lovely, in a strange fey way, yet he was not about to encourage an underage student.
“Today’s my birthday,” she said her hand moving up to play in his hair. “And well Ginny, she suggested that I m cou could ask you a favor.”
“Your birthday?” Remus asked, a sly smile beginning. ‘Alright Miss Weasley,’ he thought, ‘what have you been telling this girl?’ “I wish you much happiness then Miss Lovegood. And what kind of favor did Miss Weasley suggest?”
Luna leaned over and brushed her lips against Remus’ ear as she told him she knew all about the extra ‘lessons’ he had given Ginny. “I always thought I would like to learn that kind of lesson with someone who knew what they were doing. It would help so much. Maybe I wouldn’t be so hesitant with my boyfriend, you know Ron.”
Remus almost laughed. Ron was definitely Luna’s idea boyfriend, because the young man did not know that he was her boyfriend. Luna had been chasing him for over a year now. “Well Miss Lovegood,” Remus said softly, taking her hand and kissing it. “Wouldn’t you rather wait to learn these ‘lessons’ with Ron?”
“Oh no,” she said rather quickly. “It’s always better to be prepared. That is if you don’t mind tutoring me.”
“Mind? I would very much like to tutor you Miss Lovegood,” he told her slyly. “Perhaps if you would like to come to my office tonight we could get started. Say around seven?”
“That would be wonderful,” she said dreamily.
****
Fleur looked over the seventh year Transfiguration class carefully that Wednesday afternoon. She had decided earlier that week she would start with the Slytherins and work her way from there. They seemed to have less scruples when it came to things such as sleeping with your professor. She had found that out the first month she had been teaching when Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini had approached her, hinting that they thought she might be a bit lonely here and they would be happy to keep her company anytime she needed a bit of male companionship. A small smile graced her face. May as well start with a sure thing.
Passing out the graded exams from the last class before the holidays, she watched Draco and Blaise carefully as they looked over their papers. She was rewarded as the boys looked at her, each giving her a sly smile and a nod. At the bottom of their papers she had lightly written, “extra credit tonight in my chambers.”
Fleur felt a surge of wetness flood between her milky white thighs. The last time the two Slytherins had been in her chambers…well, it was definitely worth a repeat performance.
****
Gilderoy was in his glory as he rambled on and on to the third year class of Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws. He loved hearing his own voice and the History of Magic class provided excellent opportunity for this. He blessed the day Binns had gotten stuck in a loop. Finally the bell sounded and Gilderoy reluctantly stopped talking as the students departed hurriedly.
Flopping down in the chair behind his desk, he combed his silky blonde locks wondering who he was going to give the pleasure of his company to this week. Most men would see his class as a disadvantage. No student took History of Magic after the fifth year. Gilderoy liked the challenge of having to find the older girls in other places than a classroom. He felt it would have been an unfair advantage to the ladies to have them trapped for hours weeklorceorced to endure his wonderful, charming presence. How could they ever resist then? They would have fought to be near him. At least this way he could use a little charm to win the girls to his bed.
Twirling his comb, he pondered. Who indeed would he choose? His eyes shone as he had the answer. Picking up a quill, he quickly jotted down a quick note.
Dear Miss Perks,
I was so delighted when you offered to help me with grading my classes’ assignments last term. I am afraid I have been neglectful of not accepting your gracious offer. If you would be so kind, I would be delighted to accept your warm assistance this evening after dinner. Until then.
Yours truly,
Gilderoy Lockhart
****
“Times up boys and girls!” yelled Rolanda over the roar of the storm that had soaked the Quidditch pitch for the last hour. She had been supervising the Gryffindor practice, using her expert eye to help the team on their moves. Though a Ravenclaw, Rolanda gave advice to each team when asked and she was especially proud of the Gryffindor team this year. They moved like a well-oiled machine.
The team landed in the mud with a loud squish. Everyone was soaked thoroughly and starting to shiver in the cold January air. “I want everyone to take a hot shower before heading up to the castle!” she shouted above the wind. “Don’t want anyone to get the chills.”
Rolanda watched as the team headed towards the changing rooms. It had taken several years but finally the rooms had been diviintointo boys and girls complete with showers. After all the students had disappeared into the rooms, Rolanda grinned wickedly as she headed to the boys side.
****
TBC
AN/ Yes I know, I know…hold your horses…smut approaching soon.
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First Week
Because of what they had said, because they had admitted to having sex with these girls, Severus found himself looking at the females in his Advanced Potions class more intently. More than once during the last hour, he found himself sitting behind his desk as he felt his erection flare out his robes. Damn them all. Lupin especially. He was the one that said that thing about their fragrance, their perky breasts, the way they look at you, or something like that. Well, Severus knew they were not going to be looking at him like that. Or were they?
Pansy and Millicent sat at the front table giving Severus an easy view. Blonde and haughty, Pansy had blossomed over the years. No longer was she the fawning girl who hung onto Draco’s every move. She held herself with a grace and certainty that she was worth a male pursuing her not the other way around. And the males did pursue. Severus had even noticed several of the Gryffindor twits trying their hands at interesting Pansy. True Slytherin she was, she had only sneered at their advancements.
Millicent on the other hand was homely, her large square face reminding Severus of a bulldog. Still the girl had her own qualities, a set of ample breasts that were not hidden by the voluminous robes. Damn, not again he thought as his cock hardened and he was forced to sit behind his desk once more.
Severus scanned the room trying to distract his thoughts. His eyes fell on Padma Patil. Damn that wasn’t helping. A seventeen-year-old girl shouldn’t look that sexy. He turned his attention to the right of the room to the two Hufflepuff girls who somehow had managed to get into this class. Alicia Moon and Hannah Abbott sat talking quietly. Severus heard Charlie’s account of Hannah going down on him in his mind and he almost groaned, tearing his gaze away from their table.
Glaring Severus focused his attention further back in the classroom. Hermione Granger sat between Potter and Weasley. Good, he felt his erection deflating as he sneered at the trio. He couldn’t believe he had been forced to endure them for the entire seven years. Granger excelled in potions but her fellow mates had not.
Granger. She stirred her cauldron now, her face flushed from the heat, her curly brown hair clinging to the side of her face. Her tongue flicked out aickeicked at her lips as she frowned in concentration as she added another ingredient. Severus was memorized as he watched her mouth, the tongue moving up to lick at her upper lip, then slipping in leaving the pink full lips wet and moist…bloody hell. His erection had returned twofold and was painfully hard.
The sound of sniggering interrupted his thoughts and he turned his eyes once more to the first table. Pansy and Millicent were snickering and when his eyes caught Pansy’s he knew that she was on to him. Smiling slyly, she pursed her lips, blowing him a small kiss. “Bulstrode, Parkinson!” he said angrily. “Detention for interrupting the class. The next time you find something amusing, be sure to laugh on your own time.” Pansy’s smile deepened and she gave Millicent a nudge.
****
“Excellent!” Pomona told her small seventh year Herbology class. “The extraction of the sap of the Stinging Needle bush is a difficult task and I msay say I am thoroughly impressed at everyone’s ability.”
The class consisted of only five students, those who had an interest in using Herbology in their careers. And only two of them males, she thought glumly. Pomona knew she was not pretty like Fleur and Saphina or aggressive like Rolanda. Her age and weight gave her a definite disadvantage in interesting the boys.
“Class dismissed. Be sure you read the section on underwater harvesting for next week. Longbottom, would you mind staying a moment?”
Neville waited till his classmates had left before approaching Professor Sprout nervously. “Yes Professor?”
“I was wondering if you would like to assist me with a special project,” she asked him sweetly, smiling at the flushed boy. “Hagrid told me there are some Moaning Violets growing wild beyond the stream in the Forbidden Forest. I would like to collect some for the class to study.”
Neville’s face brightened. “Yes Professor, I will be glad to help.”
“Good and tell me when does one transplant a Moaning Violet?”
“Only during the light of the moon, preferably right before the morning dampness descends.”
“Five points to Gryffindor,” Pomona said brightly. “I will expect you here around three am then.”
****
Remus walked among the desks in the DADA class as the sixth years finished the quiz they were taking. He stopped beside Ginny Weasley’s desk peering over her shoulder as hur hurriedly scribbled down the answer to the last question. “Are you sure about that Miss Weasley?” he asked causing Ginny to jump.
Blushing Ginny looked up at Remus noting the smile on his face. “Yes I am quite sure.”
Remus grinned at her and straightened. “Quills down. Miss Lovegood please collect the tests,” he told the girl sitting beside Ginny. The dreamy eyed girl looked at Remus a moment giving him a small smile and began collecting the papers. “Everyone have a good week,” he said cheerfully to the class as the bell rang.
Remus went to his desk. Luna was leaning against it watching him carefully, her large eyes never blinking.
“Something I can do for you Luna?” he asked gently.
“Do you know we have something in common?” she said offhandley as she fingered her wand she had stuck behind her ear.
“What’s that?”
“We both have last names that start with L and we both have Ginny for a friend,” she said softly, her expression changing a bit. Remus raised an eyebrow as she saw the girl lick her lips.
“True,” he said patiently. “Anything else?”
“Well,” she said moving around the desk to stand beside him. Remus’ nose twitched. It couldn’t be but the smell was undeniable. The girl was aroused. “You know what today is Professor?” she asked coyly, her hand touching his shoulder now.
Remus raised an eyebrow at her, resisting the urge to remove her hand. The girl was lovely, in a strange fey way, yet he was not about to encourage an underage student.
“Today’s my birthday,” she said her hand moving up to play in his hair. “And well Ginny, she suggested that I m cou could ask you a favor.”
“Your birthday?” Remus asked, a sly smile beginning. ‘Alright Miss Weasley,’ he thought, ‘what have you been telling this girl?’ “I wish you much happiness then Miss Lovegood. And what kind of favor did Miss Weasley suggest?”
Luna leaned over and brushed her lips against Remus’ ear as she told him she knew all about the extra ‘lessons’ he had given Ginny. “I always thought I would like to learn that kind of lesson with someone who knew what they were doing. It would help so much. Maybe I wouldn’t be so hesitant with my boyfriend, you know Ron.”
Remus almost laughed. Ron was definitely Luna’s idea boyfriend, because the young man did not know that he was her boyfriend. Luna had been chasing him for over a year now. “Well Miss Lovegood,” Remus said softly, taking her hand and kissing it. “Wouldn’t you rather wait to learn these ‘lessons’ with Ron?”
“Oh no,” she said rather quickly. “It’s always better to be prepared. That is if you don’t mind tutoring me.”
“Mind? I would very much like to tutor you Miss Lovegood,” he told her slyly. “Perhaps if you would like to come to my office tonight we could get started. Say around seven?”
“That would be wonderful,” she said dreamily.
****
Fleur looked over the seventh year Transfiguration class carefully that Wednesday afternoon. She had decided earlier that week she would start with the Slytherins and work her way from there. They seemed to have less scruples when it came to things such as sleeping with your professor. She had found that out the first month she had been teaching when Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini had approached her, hinting that they thought she might be a bit lonely here and they would be happy to keep her company anytime she needed a bit of male companionship. A small smile graced her face. May as well start with a sure thing.
Passing out the graded exams from the last class before the holidays, she watched Draco and Blaise carefully as they looked over their papers. She was rewarded as the boys looked at her, each giving her a sly smile and a nod. At the bottom of their papers she had lightly written, “extra credit tonight in my chambers.”
Fleur felt a surge of wetness flood between her milky white thighs. The last time the two Slytherins had been in her chambers…well, it was definitely worth a repeat performance.
****
Gilderoy was in his glory as he rambled on and on to the third year class of Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws. He loved hearing his own voice and the History of Magic class provided excellent opportunity for this. He blessed the day Binns had gotten stuck in a loop. Finally the bell sounded and Gilderoy reluctantly stopped talking as the students departed hurriedly.
Flopping down in the chair behind his desk, he combed his silky blonde locks wondering who he was going to give the pleasure of his company to this week. Most men would see his class as a disadvantage. No student took History of Magic after the fifth year. Gilderoy liked the challenge of having to find the older girls in other places than a classroom. He felt it would have been an unfair advantage to the ladies to have them trapped for hours weeklorceorced to endure his wonderful, charming presence. How could they ever resist then? They would have fought to be near him. At least this way he could use a little charm to win the girls to his bed.
Twirling his comb, he pondered. Who indeed would he choose? His eyes shone as he had the answer. Picking up a quill, he quickly jotted down a quick note.
Dear Miss Perks,
I was so delighted when you offered to help me with grading my classes’ assignments last term. I am afraid I have been neglectful of not accepting your gracious offer. If you would be so kind, I would be delighted to accept your warm assistance this evening after dinner. Until then.
Yours truly,
Gilderoy Lockhart
****
“Times up boys and girls!” yelled Rolanda over the roar of the storm that had soaked the Quidditch pitch for the last hour. She had been supervising the Gryffindor practice, using her expert eye to help the team on their moves. Though a Ravenclaw, Rolanda gave advice to each team when asked and she was especially proud of the Gryffindor team this year. They moved like a well-oiled machine.
The team landed in the mud with a loud squish. Everyone was soaked thoroughly and starting to shiver in the cold January air. “I want everyone to take a hot shower before heading up to the castle!” she shouted above the wind. “Don’t want anyone to get the chills.”
Rolanda watched as the team headed towards the changing rooms. It had taken several years but finally the rooms had been diviintointo boys and girls complete with showers. After all the students had disappeared into the rooms, Rolanda grinned wickedly as she headed to the boys side.
****
TBC
AN/ Yes I know, I know…hold your horses…smut approaching soon.