Naughty Professor

Written for October Challenge at Granger Enchanted!

Harry walked absentmindedly down the hallway, silently cursing the Headmaster for the tenth time that day. He could now sympathize a bit more with Snape and understand why he was so awful when Harry himself was a student, but it seemed the animosity between them still lingered. One would think that since they both had to watch their backs for renegade Death Eaters and their children, their would be sense of camaraderie between the two. However, old grudges die hard, he supposed, and having to deal with Snape flouting his authority was better than playing Quidditch with Ron for the Canons, not that he’d ever tell Ron that of course.

The only bright spot in his day would be seeing Hermione that night. They had a dinner date, just as friends he kept reminding himself, and he was more excited than a man just meeting his best friend should be. It didn’t help matters that he had had more than ‘best friendly’ feelings for her for over a year now.

Shuffling through his papers, he noticed immediately that someone had unwarded the door to his classroom. Drawing his wand, he gasped at the delectable sight that met his eyes. There in front of him was a young witch, robes abandoned and grey uniform skirt entirely too short as it rode further up her legs the more she leaned over. His eyes could only see her pert backside as she continued to rummage through a bag on the floor. Trying desperately not to fantasize about the tones legs of one of his students and hoping not to see the face that went with the legs, Professor Potter very calmly and discreetly walked over to his desk.

“Can I help you, Miss?” he asked, his voice not betraying the arousal he was so acutely feeling as he lay down his wand and looked at his desk, and not the young witch’s backside.

Suddenly he was blind and forced into his seat. Groping around for his wand only seconds before his arms were silently bound. ‘Figures,’ he thought to himself, ‘my students would have to be so good at nonverbal spells.’

He could hear the clipping of high heels as the witch drew closer, smell the light, slightly familiar aroma of her perfume, mixed with the musky scent of her arousal. Arousal? This wasn’t good; no, not good at all. The reality of the situation crashed around him and he realized he was bound and blinded with an unknown witch holding a wand while he struggled against his bonds to no avail. Her intent was either of the sexual variety or doing something detrimental to his health, he just wasn‘t sure which. Wouldn’t Snape love to get a hold of this!

A small hand gently caressed his cheek and he found himself leaning into the touch after only moments. ‘No, fight it. You’re the bloody Boy-Who-Conquered or some such nonsense, surely you can fight a witch!’ he thought angrily to himself as her touch continued to trace his jaw line.

“Mmmm, such a good professor you are,” she purred. He thought for a moment he recognized the voice, but the sultry edge threw him and he couldn’t figure it out. Hell, he couldn’t figure much out at all with her other hand traveling down his chest and his cock twitching in response.

“You have to stop this. Just walk away and we’ll forget this ever happened,” he said softly, a husky edge to his voice as part of him prayed she would stay.

“Oh, but Professor,” she cooed, “I’ve not even started. And I hope when I‘ve finished, you won’t be able to forget.”

He felt the cool air on his bare chest and legs. Bare chest and legs?! Oh Merlin, she had completely stripped him of his robes and he was sitting there, blindfolded and unable to move.

“Who are you?” he demanded forcefully.

“Tut tut, Professor. I believe,” she said softly as her fingernails drug down his chest and stomach, then along his thighs, “that I am in charge for now. Let me earn my ‘O’.”

His covered eyes closed and his breath became irregular. Somewhere in the deep recesses of his mind he realized that this was an honest fantasy of his. However, in his fantasy, it was Hermione seducing him and then him taking her on the desk. Nowhere in that fantasy was he tied up and unable to see. And nowhere in that fantasy was there an actual student present.

“I told you, you have to stop this,” he ordered, thinking it sounded weak even to his own ears.

“Have I told you, Professor,” she purred silkily again as she put pressure on his knees and spread them apart, “that you talk entirely too much?”

The feel of her half-naked body sliding between his knees caused his cock to harden against his wishes and a soft groan fell from his lips. The witch smoothed her hands up his thighs and began to lightly stroke his hardened length. A sharp intake of breath later, he understood fully what she intended to do.

“Stop,” he said more forcefully this time.

“Come now, you seem to be rather enjoying yourself,” she said silkily. “And if you don’t learn to control your tongue, I will silence you.”

“Silence me?! Get the fuck off me and let me go!” he said, suddenly angry as he struggled against the strong bonds. “You’re a student for Merlin’s sa…”

All angry retorts and all protests stopped in his throat when the slick warmth of her mouth enveloped his cock. Her tongue swirled around the tip and he groaned involuntarily. When her small hand began to stroke the base of his length, his hips began to move of their own accord. When her speed increased, taking him fully into her mouth quicker and quicker, he stopped trying to struggle and tried instead to not embarrass himself too quickly.

When he thought he would explode, moans coming from his mouth every now and then as his hips thrust up to meet her mouth, she slowly stopped and pulled away from him. He thanked Merlin for the reprieve, only to feel her naked body slide up against his own.

“Y…you really h…have to,” he stuttered.

“Oh honestly,” she said with exasperation, “quit being so bloody honorable and let me fuck you…Sir. Every school boys’ dream is to have a naked Gryffindor on top of them and I believe that would go for the professors as well.”

“Bloody hell,” he said as her hands fisted into his hair and her crude words washed over him. He realized he was going to allow this to happen. Not that he really had a choice, mind, but he could at least struggle and pretend to fight it.

As she slid more firmly up his body, he felt the short, grey skirt he had seen in her before and he groaned even louder as her firm, naked breasts were pushed against his chest.

“I’m going to fuck you, Professor, make you lose control in the best possible way,” she breathed into his ear before impaling herself on his hardened length.

“Gods, Professor,” she panted as she slowly started moving her hips along his length, “you’re so big. You feel so, oh yes!” she screeched, slamming her hips back down to meet his.

He groaned audibly at the feel of her tight wetness around him and knew that even he couldn’t stop now. “Fuck!” he rasped as she rode him harder and the chair began to rock.

She arched her back, pushing her beautiful globes closer to his face. He let his tongue snake out and around her pert, little nipple. “Yes, that’s it,” she moaned as he suckled her roughly. “Feels so good.”

As her hands traveled around from his head to his chest to tweak his own nipple, a hungry growl fell from his lips and he bit her softly, making her gasp and moan in pleasure. He could feel her hands moving between their bodies as she rode his cock harder and faster, her breathing quick as the soft mewls fell from her lips. There was a moment when he wished she was a seventh year and would want to continue this after graduation, but as her tight heat slid quickly over his sensitive cock, he knew he couldn’t last much longer.

“Oh gods,” he groaned when she began stroking her clit with her fingers against his stomach. “Fuck!” he yelled slightly louder.

“Oh yes, Professor! That’s it, give it to me! Yes!” she screamed as her orgasm shook her body and her muscles clinched around him.

Two thrusts later and he followed her over the edge, all guilt and lack of propriety forgotten as he pushed his seed inside of her and screamed to the gods above. Never before had an orgasm shook him to the core like this one and he found himself saddened at the loss of contact when she quickly stood up.

“Do I get my ‘O’ now, Professor?” she whispered in his ear and he dazedly nodded his head.

He heard a rustle of clothes and knew she was redressing. When he heard her walk to the door he started to panic, but the bonds on his arms released as the door clicked shut. He yanked the blindfold off and dressed hastily before running out the door and looking down the corridor.

“Problems, Professor?” drawled the voice of Severus Snape.

“No, Headmaster,” he grumbled, turning to walk back into his room when he saw no one else in the hallway.

He looked back to his desk and saw what the young witch had used as a blindfold. A Gryffindor tie lie in the floor where he had thrown it. Picking it up, he carefully folded it in half before laying it on his desk. Turning to his quarters to get ready to meet with Hermione, he sighed inwardly to himself and shut the memories out of his mind. He’d worry about the consequences when they arose, he thought.

Several days, and more thoughts of his best friend that he shouldn’t be having, later, Harry was in the middle of grading essays while his class was starting their homework. The last few days had been nerve-wracking to say the least. Every time an older female student would come into class, he found himself looking at her legs and listening to her voice, trying desperately to hear something familiar.

There was a timid knock at the door before it was slowly pushed open and Hermione walked in, startling everyone in the classroom. A few students catcalled to her, earning a glare from their professor as her hips swayed back and forth and she walked closer to him. She smiled lovingly at him and he embraced her like a friend, much to his personal displeasure.

“Professor,” a student called from the back, “what do you know about the Goblin Rebellions?”

“Well, er, um,” he stuttered, “I know they have very little to do with what you were assigned.”

It was Hermione, however, that answered the students question with a wealth of information and a hint of amusement. Harry was grinning at her when she finished and she grinned sheepishly back at him. “I knew all the time I spent in the library would come in handy,” she said simply as she shuffled through the papers on his desk. Her hip was propped against his desk and they talked for several moments in hushed tones while the students worked diligently.

There were many times she would come by for a visit and help him grade papers and such, so he was far from upset at the intrusion. That was, until her hands landed on the neatly folded tie under a few other pieces of parchment. She looked at him quickly and his face went from white to bright red in the matter of a few seconds.

Her lip was sucked in between her teeth before she grinned wickedly down at him. Lowering her head so no one would hear, she whispered, “I knew I forgot something.”

He gaped at her like a fish as she tucked the tie in her bag, blew him a kiss, and walked briskly from his office. It took him only a moment to dismiss the class and run after her in a flurry of excitement and anticipation.