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Hogwarts, College of Witchcraft and Wizardry Ch. 10 (Harry Potter)
🕑 Added 2019-10-02 16:43:06 +0000 UTCA/N: Here's the latest chapter! Feel free to give ideas for future chapters and what characters might go best with what kinks by the way. I'm always happy to see suggestions!
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Harry was no idiot, but he was incredibly curious by nature. So, of course, when he received a note asking him to go to a specific place at a specific time a few months into his first semester at Hogwarts, he was curious. At the same time however, the young wizard was intrigued. After all, while it could have been a trap, it could just as likely be something fun.
He was developing a bit of a reputation. Not quite as a horn dog, as he didn’t go around fucking every witch who so much as batted her eyes at him, but people knew that Harry was open to having some fun, and he wasn’t all that surprised that he’d gotten this note. Alternatively, this could be someone who wanted to do him harm, using the knowledge that he’d at least investigate to their advantage to lure him into a trap.
So, Harry went ahead and took his invisibility cloak along with him to the rendezvous. No point in being stupid about things. When he eventually got to the meeting point, an empty classroom that hadn’t been used in years apparently, he slipped inside and took in his surroundings, trying to get a lay of the land. He had, after all, arrived over an hour earlier.
No one was there yet, and the few spells he used to check told him that there were no traps of a magical nature waiting to trip him up. That didn’t mean he was in the clear quite yet, but he wasn’t going to leave now, not when he was already there and waiting. So, Harry settles in to see just who or what comes along.
A half hour before the scheduled meeting point, a witch slips inside of the classroom, her eyes flitting around as she bites her lower lip in a rather cute fashion. It takes Harry a second to recognize her. Tracey Davis, Half-Blood Slytherin… and vassal to Daphne Greengrass. Now, everything Harry had heard about the Greengrass Family painted them as not quite evil per say, but very cutthroat and business-like.
They were in it to make money, to grow their standing and their wealth, to increase their financial power in the wizarding world. Harry could respect that, even if it wasn’t really his thing. Regardless, the Davis Family was beholden to the Greengrass Family… was that what this was? But curiously enough, even as Harry watches Tracey from under the invisibility cloak, she doesn’t bother setting any traps on the door or the classroom itself.
Instead, she pulls out her wand, squares her shoulders, and then turns the magical focus on herself. She begins using glamor charms to pretty herself up and style her hair, and Harry can only watch, eyebrows raised, as Tracey Davis goes from being a pretty bespectacled young witch… to looking something like a young Hogwarts Professor. With her hair up in a bun and her clothing looking distinctly professional in nature, Tracey Davis sits down behind the Professor’s Desk at the front of the room in a conjured chair and seems to be working on perfecting her look, on getting into character.
Harry had something of an idea what might be happening here now, and he felt like he would ruin it by just revealing that he’d been in the classroom all along. You weren’t supposed to see behind the curtain like he had, after all. So instead, he waits for Tracey to be distracted with getting something just right, and slips back out of the classroom, pulling off his invisibility cloak and tucking it away.
At precisely the time the note said to meet, Harry pushes open the door to the classroom and walks inside, stopping only once he’s past the door, which closes behind him, and giving Tracey a small smirk and a raised eyebrow. She’s clearly waiting for him, because she quickly preempts whatever he might have said, even as she sits there primly behind her desk.
“You’re late Mr. Potter. Being late to detention… for shame. Sit down.”
That’s what he thought. She wanted to play Irritated Professor, and he was supposed to be Naughty Student. Heh, he could have some fun with that. Smirking easily, Harry doesn’t sit. Instead, he moves to the front of one of the desks and leans back against it, crossing his arms over his chest and altogether adopting a disrespectful stare.
“I’m here, Professor Davis. After that bullocks excuse you gave for this detention in the first place, you should be glad I came, rather than going to the Headmistress instead.”
Tracey’s eyes widen at that as Harry flips her script on its head. She goes bright red, flushing a bit under his cocky, confident gaze. Slowly standing up, the young witch steps around her desk, gaze flinty as she tries to affect the same confidence, tries to out-do him.
“You think that’ll fly here, Mr. Potter? You might be some sort of celebrity in the wizarding world, but this is Hogwarts. A student obeys their Professors at Hogwarts, or they get punished most severely. Shall I give you another detention?”
As Tracey gets closer to him, Harry flips the script again, pushing off of the desk behind him and stepping into HER personal space. He doesn’t touch her, but he does loom over the mousy brunette as he grins wickedly.
“Depends what this one turns out to be like. Who knows, impress me and I might just attend.”
Tracey’s eyes go wide at that behind her glasses, and she sputters in disbelief.
“I-Impress you?! What are you on about, Mr. Potter?!”
Rather than continue the verbal sparring, Harry goes for the kill. Positively swooping the would-be Professor off her feet, one hand going to the small of her back and the other lacing through her hair at the back of her head, Harry pulls Tracey into a deep, searing kiss. His lips smash against her lips, and his tongue intertwines with her tongue before she even has a chance to react.
And she DOES react. For a moment, her hands come up to press against his chest in an attempt to push him away, but she stops short of actually doing it, of actually resisting. Instead, she lets him kiss her for a good long while, only trying to get back into character when Harry finally disengages to let them both catch their breath.
“W-Why… why I never, I-eep!”
Harry cuts her off by giving her bum a firm squeeze as he throws a roguish smile her way. If she wanted him to be the Naughty Student, that he could do. He made a very convincing Bad Boy.
“We both know what you want from me Professor. I’m willing to give it to you… but on MY terms.”
He goes in for another kiss to punctuate the point, and Tracey once more melts into his chest as he does so, kissing him back and even moaning a little this time, though that was probably because he was still groping her ass as well. Once he’s sure that she’s ‘on board’ with his little plan, Harry pulls back and then spins Tracey around, bending the would-be Professor over ‘her’ desk right then and there. Her palms slap down on the wood surface, recently cleaned of dust, and she lets out a gasp at Harry’s forcefulness, even as he runs his hands along her professional-looking robes.
“It’s alright, Professor Davis. I get it. I’m a bright young man. You feel threatened by me, don’t you?”
As she tries to protest, Harry cuts her off by rearing back one hand and giving her round bubble butt a hefty smack, causing her to squeak.
“You thought you could control me this way, since you can’t control me in the classroom. But even now… even here, you secretly want to submit…”
Tracey shudders as he leans forward and positively breathes that last bit right across her ear, his hot air ghosting over her neck. Sliding a hand down, Harry grabs a fistful of Tracey’s robes and begins to hike them up, up, and up some more. He pulls the would-be Professor’s robes up over her gorgeous pale legs, exposing her bare-naked ass, and his lips curl into a wicked smile when he witnesses her lack of panties with his own two eyes.
“Oh my… or maybe not so secret after all…”
Tracey lets out a whimper, though Harry can’t exactly tell if she’s given up on the entire roleplay or is simply going along with his change to the narrative now. Truth be told, he doesn’t really care either way. He’s far too into things to stop playing games now. Tracey is Professor Davis, and he’s her domineering young student. That’s the parameters that they’ve set, well, that he’s set… and it’s time to continue the fun.
“Say it, Professor. Say it.”
Tracey shakes her head, so Harry spanks her some more. Not too hard, but certainly hard enough to sting, and hard enough to elicit a soft cry from the bespectacled witch every time Harry brings his hand down on Tracey’s ass. She squeaks, squeals, and squirms under his blows, until finally she does as he says.
“Y-You’re right! A-Ah, you’re right, Mister Potter… I wanted it… I wanted you… I want you to m-make me submit…”
Harry grins at hearing that from the would-be Professor. He refrains from snickering though, that would ruin the mood. Instead, he gives Tracey what she wants, extracting his cock from his pants with a few quick flicks, and bringing the hardened member up to Tracey’s pussy lips. Her gushing wet, dripping pussy lips. More and more, Harry is beginning to suspect that Tracey knew what she was getting into when she tried this whole little ploy.
She clearly wanted him to take charge, even if she didn’t know it herself. Regardless, Harry thrusts in, and Tracey cries out, and quite suddenly he’s deflowered a would-be Professor. Chuckling a little at that, Harry leans over Tracey, pinning her down to the desk and letting her adjust to his size for a moment as he reaches under her to grope at her tits somewhat casually.
“Mm, Professor… saving yourself for me? You shouldn’t have.”
Tracey whimpers and then moans when Harry gyrates his hips, causing the cock inside of her to throb and pulsate and hit every inch of her inner walls. Then, he pulls back and begins to fuck her, thrusting in and out of her cunt and fucking the young witch nice and hard from behind. Bent over the desk in front of her, her robes bunches up around her waist and her legs spread nice and wide, Tracey doesn’t do anything to stop him, just taking it long and hard, moaning wantonly and crying out in ecstasy each time he draws an orgasm from her.
She’s quite nice and tight, while also being very wet and slick, and Harry loves it, loves how deep he can go, how tightly Tracey will squeeze at him. He loves dominating his would-be Professor who thought she could discipline him, who thought she could control him. Even if it is all roleplay, Harry is having the time of his life.
He’s going to cum soon though, so he slows down a bit and hums as he tells Tracey exactly that.
“Getting close now, Professor.”
At first, a moan is his only answer. Then, Tracey seems to actually process what he’s saying and thinks better of herself, sounding a little bit like she’s actually panicked for the first time since they came.
“N-Not inside, please!”
She sounds like she thinks he’ll do it anyways, but Harry isn’t that much of a dick. Well, he’s a dick… but he’s NOT an asshole. Pulling out, Harry cums all over Tracey’s back instead, staining her professional robes and even getting some of his seed in her hair. He sees the way she slumps face down on the desk in relief at the sensation of his hot spunk coating her, and when he’s finally done and takes a step back, Tracey surprises him with her swiftness.
Sliding off the desk and spinning about, Tracey kneels there before Harry, taking hold of is cock and putting it in her mouth before he can fully step away, sucking him clean. Her bespectacled eyes look up at him, and Harry can’t deny that it’s unbelievably hot having the would-be professor with her hair up in a bun and her glasses sitting primly on the bridge of her nose sucking him off so sluttily.
When Tracey finishes cleaning him off, she pulls away from his cock with a pop, but doesn’t stop pleasuring him, using her hands now even as she speaks.
“T-Thank you for this, Harry. I… I had fun.”
Chuckling, Harry shrugs.
“You were the one that invited me, weren’t you? I had a good time too. Any time Professor Davis wants a Round Two with Mister Potter, she can send him a note, alright?”
Tracey colors slightly at that, but also smiles and nods. Then, she turns a little pensive, before reaching down between her cleavage and pulling out another note.
“A-Ah… this is for you as well.”
Harry blinks and takes the note. He’s about to ask if he should read it now or later, but before he can do so, Tracey takes his cock back into her mouth, bobbing up and down on his member so enthusiastically that Harry doesn’t want to interrupt her. Instead, he flicks open the note and begins to read it, even as one hand goes to Tracey’s hair to help guide the witch along.
It’s a letter, but not from Tracey. It’s not unsigned, like her last one was, and the penmanship is a bit better as well. This letter is written by Daphne Greengrass… and it’s asking for a meeting. The Ice Princess wants a meeting… how curious. Not surprising though, and certainly not surprising that it’s coming from Tracey.
Still, should he be insulted that Daphne didn’t approach him herself? Sending a messenger IS the way of things, sure, but Harry would have respected her more if she’d come to him herself, really. Now though, now he had a decision to make. Did he agree to set up a meeting with Daphne, likely via Tracey, or did he ignore the Ice Princess for now and make her stew, make her want it more?
Decisions, decisions…
(A/N: Choosing something besides Daphne here means that you're choosing to ignore Daphne's letter for the moment and are purposefully making the Ice Princess stew~)
Comments
That black guy
Kink suggestions: polyjuice (both parties know), Time Turner shenanigans, masked party, ghost sex , chastity belts & Temporary bimboifcation (intlellegnece loss & size expansion of bust & butt via potions & spells),
Cambrian
Cant promise it will be Lavender though I'll try to include her as an option eventually. That said I'll definitely have Harry engage in public sex via invis cloak with someone eventually. Thats a super hot idea, thanks for suggesting it =)
That black guy
Lavender Brown, public play with the invisible cloak
