Tutoring Session
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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,942
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Tutoring Session
Tutoring Session
Author: killerthecat AKA Kiz
Rating: *shrugs* PG-13 at best for inneundos
Genre: Humor/Parody
Dedicated to my pal, Ipo.
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Colin Creevey skipped down the hall, whistling as he made his way to his Transfiguration tutoring lesson. He pushed open the door, and his eyes widened in shock as he took in the scene before him. The Transfiguration classroom was only lit by candles, that were placed on the floor by Professor McGonagall’s desk. The top of the desk was littered with red rose petals and there was a obvious musky scent lingering in the room.
Pushing his way fully into the room, Colin scratched his head in wonder. Had Professor McGonagall forgotten that she had moved Colin’s appointment from Sunday morning to Friday night for this week? He didn’t even want to think about who the professor was meeting here. He dropped his knapsack to the floor and looked around the dimly lit classroom. “Professor,” he called out.
When Professor McGonagall entered the classroom from her office, Colin’s mouth gaped open wider than a large mouth bass. His Transfiguration professor looked as she normally did, from the neck up. Her graying hair was twisted into a tight bun on top of her head, her wire rimmed glasses were perched on the tip of her nose, and a chain hooked to them wrapped around the back of her neck. The similarities stopped there.
The only other thing that Professor McGonagall wore was a scratchy, wool, tartan teddy and matching garter belt.
Colin opened and closed his mouth a few times to form words. “Pro-Professor....did you forget about my tutoring session?” Colin finally managed to ask.
“No, Colin dear. I was thinking that I could begin tutoring you in something else,” Professor McGonagall purred as she moved closer to the young Gryffindor boy.
“Er....I’m sorry, Professor, but I am not sure where you got the idea that I was interested, but I am not,” Colin stuttered out as he began to move away from the approaching teacher and the predatory look in her eyes.
Professor McGonagall blinked rapidly a few times. “But you hug me at the end of our special time.”
“To show my gratitude!” Colin exclaimed in exasperation.
Undeterred, Professor McGonagall leered at the boy. “How would you like to show your gratitude in another way?”
Colin’s back hit the wall with a loud thump. “Ew! But you’re old!”
Professor McGonagall put her hands on her hips, and frowned at the boy. “My boobs may be wrinkly and sag to my knees, but women are like cars. The older and more classic of models they are; the better the ride they are.” She jiggled her wool encased bosom towards him.
Colin almost projectile vomited right onto Professor McGonagall’s ugly, scratchy, wool tartan teddy. He kept back the bile in his mouth and thought quickly. He slapped a hand to his forehead. “I’m sorry, Professor McGonagall, I just remembered that I have detention with Snape tonight,” he lied. “Not that I am not honored or anything.” He tried not to gag while saying that. “But I have to go.” He pushed past her with his forearm (reminding himself to disinfect the area later with hydrochloric acid), grabbed his knapsack and fled the room.
“Damn,” Professor McGonagall said to herself. “Severus always gets the good ones!”
She walked over to her fireplace, stuck her head in and fire-called Gryffindor Tower. Spying Dennis Creevey lounging on a couch there, she called out to him. “Mr Creevey, your services are required in my classroom this instant!”
She smirked in self-satisfaction as the younger Creevey brother and her occasional lover, grinned and tore off for her classroom. She still had it.
The End
Author: killerthecat AKA Kiz
Rating: *shrugs* PG-13 at best for inneundos
Genre: Humor/Parody
Dedicated to my pal, Ipo.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Colin Creevey skipped down the hall, whistling as he made his way to his Transfiguration tutoring lesson. He pushed open the door, and his eyes widened in shock as he took in the scene before him. The Transfiguration classroom was only lit by candles, that were placed on the floor by Professor McGonagall’s desk. The top of the desk was littered with red rose petals and there was a obvious musky scent lingering in the room.
Pushing his way fully into the room, Colin scratched his head in wonder. Had Professor McGonagall forgotten that she had moved Colin’s appointment from Sunday morning to Friday night for this week? He didn’t even want to think about who the professor was meeting here. He dropped his knapsack to the floor and looked around the dimly lit classroom. “Professor,” he called out.
When Professor McGonagall entered the classroom from her office, Colin’s mouth gaped open wider than a large mouth bass. His Transfiguration professor looked as she normally did, from the neck up. Her graying hair was twisted into a tight bun on top of her head, her wire rimmed glasses were perched on the tip of her nose, and a chain hooked to them wrapped around the back of her neck. The similarities stopped there.
The only other thing that Professor McGonagall wore was a scratchy, wool, tartan teddy and matching garter belt.
Colin opened and closed his mouth a few times to form words. “Pro-Professor....did you forget about my tutoring session?” Colin finally managed to ask.
“No, Colin dear. I was thinking that I could begin tutoring you in something else,” Professor McGonagall purred as she moved closer to the young Gryffindor boy.
“Er....I’m sorry, Professor, but I am not sure where you got the idea that I was interested, but I am not,” Colin stuttered out as he began to move away from the approaching teacher and the predatory look in her eyes.
Professor McGonagall blinked rapidly a few times. “But you hug me at the end of our special time.”
“To show my gratitude!” Colin exclaimed in exasperation.
Undeterred, Professor McGonagall leered at the boy. “How would you like to show your gratitude in another way?”
Colin’s back hit the wall with a loud thump. “Ew! But you’re old!”
Professor McGonagall put her hands on her hips, and frowned at the boy. “My boobs may be wrinkly and sag to my knees, but women are like cars. The older and more classic of models they are; the better the ride they are.” She jiggled her wool encased bosom towards him.
Colin almost projectile vomited right onto Professor McGonagall’s ugly, scratchy, wool tartan teddy. He kept back the bile in his mouth and thought quickly. He slapped a hand to his forehead. “I’m sorry, Professor McGonagall, I just remembered that I have detention with Snape tonight,” he lied. “Not that I am not honored or anything.” He tried not to gag while saying that. “But I have to go.” He pushed past her with his forearm (reminding himself to disinfect the area later with hydrochloric acid), grabbed his knapsack and fled the room.
“Damn,” Professor McGonagall said to herself. “Severus always gets the good ones!”
She walked over to her fireplace, stuck her head in and fire-called Gryffindor Tower. Spying Dennis Creevey lounging on a couch there, she called out to him. “Mr Creevey, your services are required in my classroom this instant!”
She smirked in self-satisfaction as the younger Creevey brother and her occasional lover, grinned and tore off for her classroom. She still had it.
The End