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Professor Potter Ch. 30 (Harry Potter AU)
🕑 Added 2022-07-06 14:30:03 +0000 UTCA/N: Hermione is a real G~
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It wasn’t as though Harry had been ignoring Hermione, these past couple of months. In fact, he and her had been meeting up to fuck on the regular, even with the developing situation Harry had found himself dealing with. It wasn’t so bad that he hadn’t been able to juggle things effectively, regardless of who was conspiring against him.
And honestly, Hermione had proven to be a bright light in an otherwise dark and dreary feeling world. Not that Harry was encountering too much in the way of difficulties so far, but at the same time… it was taxing, to be aware of these people working against you in the shadows, and not being able to simply go and drag them into the light without causing significant damage to those you cared about.
Hermione, unaware of all of the things he was dealing with, was Harry’s escape. Even more so than Tonks or her mother could ever be, Hermione Granger represented a way for Harry to get away from it all and just… take a load off. She was pretty much his therapist, though the two of them didn’t do much talking together.
Which was why, even now with her on her knees in front of him, Harry was reluctant to let Hermione in on everything he’d been dealing with these past couple of months.
Kneeling there, the beautiful brunette has her breasts wrapped around his cock. Looking up at him, she dutifully rubs her tits along his length, while leaning forward every once in a while, to trail her tongue across his bulbous cockhead. His glans, leaking with precum, are swiped clean again and again by her enthusiastic tongue, even as she mostly keeps to just her breasts.
Said breasts feel absolutely amazing around his shaft, of course. Hermione is quite good at this, and always has been. She knows what she’s doing, and once again Harry is forced to reflect with some amusement that it’s ALWAYS the quiet ones. As she rides her beautiful mammaries up and down his cock again and again, Harry groans, feeling himself getting close.
“Hermione… I’m going to cum soon…”
Her reaction, as it were, is rather telling. She immediately picks up the pace, and opens her mouth, lolling out her tongue. She makes no effort to shy away from his impending explosion, nor to try and contain it by swallowing his cock with her mouth. It’s not that the brunette bookworm has any issue with the taste of his seed, because she’s swallowed plenty of his loads before… but she definitely enjoys getting a facial or two here and there as well, and that seems to be exactly what the Hogwarts Head Girl wants from him right now.
Never one to deny her wants, Harry lets out a louder groan and a moment later begins to cum. His seed explodes all over the beautiful brunette, coating her from her forehead down to her breasts. He covers her in his cum, not holding back for even a moment, and enjoys the way she moans and mewls as he ejaculates all over her.
When he’s done, Hermione makes a point of rubbing his essence into her tits, even as her tongue lolls out of her mouth and swirls around it, licking his cum off of both her lips and her cheeks in the process. However, in defiance of his expectations, Hermione does not immediately ask him to fuck her, like she normally would.
In this situation, the brunette would usually already be up on her feet, probably turning around and grabbing her ankles as she offers him her cunt to plow to his heart’s delight. But instead, she remains on her knees and looks up at him with those incredibly intelligent brown eyes of hers. As she scoops cum off of her tits and into her mouth, Hermione bats her eyelashes.
“Something’s bothering you, Professor. Something has been bothering you for a while now. But it seems to me like you’re finally ready to talk about it.”
Harry blinks, slightly floored by Hermione’s intuition. But then, he really shouldn’t be, should he? Trust in Hermione to not only pick up that something was wrong, but also recognize that he was currently warring with himself on whether to talk to her about it or not. Letting out a soft chuckle, Harry just shakes his head.
There was no keeping it from her now, was it? And besides… Narcissa’s situation flits through Harry’s mind. He COULD attempt to keep Hermione in the dark, to keep her innocent and unaware of the political maneuvering and intense jockeying for power and pieces on the board going on around her. But didn’t that just put her in more danger? If she didn’t know what was going on, then she would be vulnerable to those who sought to use her against him.
… He’d been a fool, Harry finally realizes. Keeping his closest allies out of the loop was a stupid idea, and Hermione definitely counted as one of those. Still, how to broach the subject with her?
The brunette is still on her knees, cleaning his cum off of herself with her tongue and fingers. Staring down at her as she looks up at him expectantly, Harry’s throat works for a moment before he finally speaks.
“Did you know that Narcissa Malfoy was an undiagnosed nymphomaniac?”
Hermione’s eyes widen at that reveal, and before Harry really knows what’s happening, he’s spilling it all out for her. He’s telling her everything, starting with what happened between him and Narcissa the other day, and then back tracking to explain what the Lodge of Sorceresses was, and how they were apparently moving against him, or wanted to control him, or something.
His best friend listens intently, the Hogwarts Head Girl visibly taking in what Harry is telling her as she kneels there before him, cleaning herself almost like a cat. Until finally, he’s done. There’s nothing else. He’s told her everything, from the Lodge of Sorceresses, to Zatanna and Raven’s situation, to even Emma and Jean and what they were running from.
When he’s finished, Hermione rocks back on her heels for a moment… and then reaches for her wand. With a tap of it on her bared skin, she cleans the last traces of his cum load off of her face and tits. She’d licked most of it up, consuming it off of her body and her fingers for the last several minutes. But now she gets rid of every last remnant.
Then, setting her wand back down, Hermione climbs to her feet and up into Harry’s lap. Sitting on the edge of the bed, his hands immediately move to support Hermione’s buttocks, even as she wraps her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck in the lotus position. As she impales herself upon his cock, Hermione’s breasts press into his chest, and her lips are barely apart from her lips. Looking into his eyes, Hermione lets out a shuddering sigh.
“It sounds like you’ve been dealing with a lot, Harry. You could have told me, you know.”
She doesn’t sound nearly as angry as he’d feared she might be. Instead, she almost sounds resigned as she rocks her hips back and forth, riding him slowly but surely. Letting out a sigh of his own, Harry hangs his head sheepishly for a moment.
“I should have. I just didn’t want to risk you getting hurt. Only now do I realize you were in more danger stuck in the dark then you would have been with all the information from the start.”
Hermione nods, panting a little bit now as she begins to pick up her pace and ride him faster. Harry’s cock throbs inside of her, pulsating with need as his grip on her ass tightens up a bit, his need to start thrusting up into her almost overpowering. But he’s trying to stay on task and finish this conversation, at the very least.
“You’ve always had a Hero Complex, Harry. A need to save people. But also, a misunderstanding of how the world works.”
Harry blinks at Hermione’s words, his brow furrowing in confusion at that second line. Hermione doesn’t hesitate to elaborate, thankfully.
“It’s not your fault, mind you… but you struggle to understand that you CAN ask for help. You always have. So many of the adults in our lives failed you as we grew up. From before you came to Hogwarts, to even after.”
Now, Harry finds himself gaping at Hermione. Wait… surely she wasn’t saying what he thinks she’s saying. There’s no way… right? And yet, Hermione gives him a stern look, and bluntly states what she means outright.
“Dumbledore was wrong, to put it all on you. Fuck the prophecy, it should never have been your responsibility. The school should never have been used as a honey trap for Voldemort in our first year with the Philosopher’s Stone. Things should never have gotten as bad as they did in our second year. Dementors should never have been allowed on campus in our third. YOU shouldn’t have been forced into a magical contract against your will in our fourth!”
By the time she gets to the end, Hermione is panting, clearly working herself up into something of a fit. She’s also riding Harry harder than ever before, her pace increasing with her emotional outburst until finally, she slams down on his cock, clamping down around his member and pausing for a moment before speaking again in a quiet tone of voice.
“They failed all of us… but they failed you most of all. And so, you grew up believing you couldn’t rely on anyone else for help, forcing those of us who wanted to help you to fight tooth and nail for a place at your side. I don’t blame you, Harry… but you CAN rely upon me. I hope you know that.”
For a long moment, Harry doesn’t know what to do or say. But only for that moment. In the end, the answer is staring him right in the face. Winding one hand around the back of Hermione’s head, through her hair, he pulls her into a deep, tongue-filled kiss. It feels right, passionately making out with the brunette as she gyrates on his cock. Hermione, for her part, kisses him right back, and for a bit, that’s all they do.
However, they do eventually have to come up for air, and when they do, Harry gives Hermione a smile and a nod.
“I know. And… thank you, Hermione.”
He hadn’t realized how badly he needed to hear what she’d had to tell him. All of that about the adults in their lives failing them so entirely… she was right. And hearing it from Hermione of all people, the resident ‘teacher’s pet’ and all around lover of authority figures… it was eye opening. But in the end, the Head Girl had the right of it. Harry might not have been able to rely upon adults in his life growing up nearly as much as he should have been able to, but he had allies and friends now that he COULD rely on.
Giving him a sultry but also sassy smile, Hermione smirks as she continues to ride him towards completion.
“Good. Then I’ll start looking into these Lodge Sorceresses a bit more. I have classes with four of them. It would only make sense that I would approach them for some one-on-one time. I am the Head Girl, after all.”
Harry opens his mouth instinctively to tell Hermione that she doesn’t have to do that, but she sees it coming before he can even speak and quells him with a look.
“I know I don’t HAVE to do this, Harry… but I want to. And besides, do you think they’ve been idle, just because you’ve been trying to keep me out of things?”
His teeth click as his mouth snaps shut at that, his brow immediately furrowing again.
“… What do you mean?”
Sighing, Hermione flips her hair back over her shoulder, still riding him as they talk.
“Potions Mistress Yennefer, Transfiguration Professor Eilhart, Charms Professor Merigold, and History of Magic Professor Laux-Antille. I didn’t think much of it, but all four of them have shown just a smidge more interest in me than any of my other teachers. Oh, I continue to excel and overperform in all of my classes, and I continue to earn house points in every single class… but those four clearly want something from me, in hindsight.”
Before Harry can ask her to elaborate further, Hermione tosses her head back and moans, before suddenly increasing her pace. All he can do is match her, his grip on her ass tightening as he fucks up into her from below. A few moments later, they reach a mutual climax together, with Harry spilling his second load inside of Hermione’s womb, and her inner walls flexing and milking him for all he’s worth as they cum with one another.
When they’re both finally done, Hermione looks at Harry with lidded eyes and that same smirk from before.
“Obviously, knowing what I know now, it’s clear that they’re trying to get in close, to use me to get to you. And I don’t see any reason we can’t use that… to get to them.”
Harry blinks. There is merit to what Hermione is saying.
“Whether they’re just trying to cover their bases, or they’re all playing some sort of game where they attempt to one-up each other, I really couldn’t say. But the fact is, all four women are making a constant effort to try and commandeer a moment of my time here and there. I figured it had something to do with me being Head Girl, and them all being new to Hogwarts. I assumed it was my duty to help them all out, but now I realize by splitting my focus, I’ve kept any one of them from getting close enough to really… use me.”
Leaning in close, Hermione’s smirk turns into a raunchy grin as the brunette bookworm grinds down on his softening cock, keeping it from fully losing its hardness.
“Say the word, Harry, and I’ll refocus my attentions on any one of them. From there, we’ll find out just what they want… and how best to turn their desires to OUR advantage. Divide and conquer, right? Just as they likely hoped to do to you and me.”
… Heh, he really didn’t deserve as brilliant a friend as Hermione. Merlin, just looking at her… Harry lets out a lustful growl, and abruptly spins them both around. Hermione yelps, and then laughs a giggly laugh as he takes her to her back on her bed and begins fucking her hard and fast all over again.
Cooing, she moans wantonly and keeps her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. For now, they both put the decision out of their minds. They could make a choice later, once Harry was done plowing his best friend silly.
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A/N: Just a small reminder, because it didn't really fit into the chapter itself, but out of these four options, Triss Merigold is the only one with an Assistant Professor... and that Assistant Professor is Fleur Delacour.
Make of that what you will, it doesn't necessarily mean Triss is the best choice, but I want to make sure readers have all the information before they vote.
Comments
Keeper
Question: Does Yen have the same condition she has in the games and books where she’s barren or is she as fertile as anyone else here?
matthew t norstrom
Yen is way more experienced than even Triss and Philippa is like an end boss. I remind you in canon that Philippa is largely responsible for how radovid turned out. So I say work on Triss then Margarita then Yen, then Philippa
Marcus
Yennefer might be a BIT too much for Hermione at the moment
