Professor Potter (Ch. 6 - Professor Black) (Patreon)

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"And now, dear students," Dumbledore's voice rang out over the Great Hall, drawing the attention of every student present. "It is my pleasure to introduce you to the newest member of our staff. Please give a warm welcome to Professor Harry Black, our new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor!"

Harry stood, his heart rate quickening slightly as the students cheered and clapped around him. He felt a slight blush colour his cheeks as he nodded in acknowledgement, his green eyes scanning the Gryffindor table before settling on Iris'. A soft smile tugged at his lips as he saw her beaming proudly up at him.

Harry fidgeted nervously with the hem of his new professor's robes as he stood before the assembled students, his heart pounding in his chest. Seeing so many familiar faces from his past life brought up a mix of emotions.

His hands subconsciously drifted into his robe pockets for something to do. He instantly regretted the action as his fingers brushed against the damp, silken fabric of Iris' thong, reminding him of their heated encounter aboard the Hogwarts Express. He quickly drew his hands back out, as if burned, trying to regain his composure.

The Headmaster turned to Harry, an amused twinkle in his eyes, as if knowing exactly what had just played out in Harry's mind. "I'm sure you'll find your time here most... enjoyable. Harry."

Harry swallowed, his mind momentarily wandering to thoughts of Iris, Susan, Hannah, and Luna. Could Dumbledore possibly know that he was already fucking four of his students? And that he was most certainly going to fuck them silly again, and again, and again, before the end of the term?

It was unlikely, but still... Dumbledore was as shrewd as he was wise. "I'm sure I will, Headmaster."

Dumbledore merely smiled, before turning back to address the entire school. "In addition to our esteemed new professor, we also have another special announcement for you, dear students! It is my honour to tell you that this year, Hogwarts will be host to the legendary Triwizard Tournament!"

The students erupted into loud, excited chatter. But it was clear that most of the students were unsure what the Triwizard Tournament was, as evidenced by the confused expressions scattered across the tables. Harry couldn't exactly blame them, considering he had been entirely clueless himself until it had been announced in his own world.

Dumbledore raised a hand, silencing the chatter. "The Triwizard Tournament was a quinquennial magical competition between Europe's most prestigious magical schools: Beauxbatons, Durmstrang, and Hogwarts! In honour of the rebirth of the championship, each of these prestigious institutions will send one champion, who will have to compete in three tasks set by our esteemed judges. The champion to succeed at the end of all three tasks will be declared the Triwizard Champion, and will receive a hundred thousand galleons in prize money! A feast will be held in their honour, with every student and professor in attendance!"

The students' faces brightened with excitement and enthusiasm as Dumbledore began to explain the details. Harry didn't really listen, as most of it was just an exciting retelling of what he already knew from his own world's Triwizard Tournament.

His mind, however, did start to wander as he considered the implications of the Triwizard Tournament, here in this world, with Iris. Since Iris was eighteen now, she was more than eligible to enter, but did she want to compete? She was inarguably the most powerful and skilled witch in her year, but she was still just a fourth year. The champions from the other schools would undoubtedly be older students, likely in their final years at school.

Harry realised his hypocrisy then, considering he had been a fourth-year competitor in his own Triwizard Tournament. But it was a truth he couldn't deny. He had definitely been out-skilled by his opponents, and it was only through sheer luck and Barty Crouch Jr.'s machinations that he'd ended up winning in the end.

Yet Iris was older and far more skilled than Harry had been at the time, and she had already proven herself capable of defeating much older foes.

"But there's more to it," Dumbledore went on, his voice capturing Harry's attention once again. "Since this is just as much an individual competition as it is a competition with our school's reputation on the line, all faculty members will be working hard to ensure that the Hogwarts Champion has the best chance of winning!"

Here it comes. Harry thought, a flicker of anticipation threading through his veins.

"To that end, I am most grateful and delighted to announce that our esteemed new professor, Professor Black, has agreed to personally tutor the Hogwarts Champion throughout the year!"

The students around him erupted into cheers and claps once again, and he could see many of the students giving him admiring looks. Especially the women.

The cheers died down as Dumbledore raised his hands to get the attention of the students one final time. "Now, without further ado, let the feast begin!"

...

"He's so hot~!" Katie squealed, looking up at Harry with a doe-eyed stare from her seat at the Gryffindor table.

"Definitely, and those shoulders," Angelina giggled, poking Hermione's arm to get her attention.

"Iris, you'd better watch out," Hermione warned with a frown, her eyes following the girls' gazes. "They're all going to be after your dad now."

Iris blinked, her blush darkening slightly. "What do you mean? He's my father-figure, that's all."

Hermione looked at her with a raised brow. "That's my point, Iris. And I think that unless you want your father to be dating one of your classmates, I suggest you get him away from their grubby paws."

Iris swallowed the sudden lump in her throat, her heart beating faster in her chest. In fact, Hermione couldn't be further from the truth. Iris wanted them to get a taste of her father. And perhaps more importantly, she wanted him to get a taste of her friends.

But she wasn't going to tell Hermione that at the welcoming feast, with hundreds of students around. Instead, she just rolled her eyes playfully. "Oh, please, Hermione. Like any of them stand a chance with him."

"Come on, Iris. He's a guy, isn't he? Surely he can't say no to a good pair of titties," Angelina joked, lifting her own impressive rack up and down to demonstrate. "If I offered myself up on a platter, I bet he'd fuck me right here on this table, in front of everyone!"

Iris felt herself blush. Harry loved a good pair of breasts, she knew that alright. She couldn't stop the blush from painting her cheeks red, so she instead opted to roll her eyes and play along. "And what makes you think you've got what it takes, Angelina? What makes you think he doesn't have access to a bigger and better pair already?"

Katie looked thoughtful, her eyes flicking back up to Harry. "I dunno. He seems like more of an ass man to me. Maybe if I bent over and showed him my butt, he'd fuck me instead."

Angelina grinned, leaning back in her seat and throwing her arms out in a dramatic display. "Well, it's a simple matter of supply and demand, isn't it? The hotter the guy, the more competition there is for his cock, and the more girls there are lining up to give him a ride. And let's face it, he's fucking gorgeous. So, the girls with the biggest tits, the best asses, and the prettiest faces have the highest chance of landing him."

Alicia shrugged. "Could be. Either way, I plan on finding out."

Hermione, who seemed to have confused Iris' deep blush for discomfort, quickly changed the subject. "You know, I've been thinking about the Triwizard Tournament," she said thoughtfully.

"Oh, yeah?" Katie perked up, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "You think you'll sign up?"

Hermione shook her head, her nose wrinkling up slightly. "No, I don't think I'd stand a chance against the older students. And, I wouldn't want to risk my life for a few Galleons."

"Well, I am going to sign up!" Angelina declared confidently, her smile wide and gleaming.

Iris blinked in surprise, her temper momentarily forgotten. "Angelina, are you sure? You're not afraid of risking your life for a bit of glory?"

Angelina laughed, her voice loud and infectious. "Oh, Iris, please! You know me better than that. If the last thing I remembered seeing before I died was Professor Black's glorious cock pounding in and out of my tight pussy, I'd die happy!"

Katie cackled loudly, drawing several glances from the surrounding tables. "You're impossible, Angie!"

Hermione seemed less amused. "Angelina, that's not funny."

"Oh, come on, Hermione. Don't tell me you wouldn't want to give Professor Black a run for his money." She waggled her eyebrows suggestively.

Hermione blushed, looking away quickly. "That's hardly appropriate, Angelina."

Angelina waved a dismissive hand, her grin mischievous. "Oh, come on, Hermione! You're telling me you wouldn't want to have private lessons with Professor Black? You? Gryffindor's resident bookworm?"

Hermione flushed deeper, pressing her lips together in a thin line. "I don't see what that has to do with anything."

Angelina sighed dramatically, rolling her eyes. "Oh, come on. Don't you want to know what it's like to have him show you how to handle a really big, thick textbook? Maybe he'll even let you hold his personal copy, if you know what I mean." She winked, and Katie giggled, their eyes gleaming with mischief.

Hermione's blush spread to her neck, and she seemed flustered. "I- I don't think... I mean, I'm sure he doesn't..."

Iris felt her heart begin to beat faster again. She had no problem watching Harry plow Susan, Hannah, or Luna to his heart's content, filling them up with his massive cock until they cried out for mercy. She didn't so much mind the idea of her other friends fucking him either, as long as she got to join in on the fun from time to time. In fact, she had even planned to let a whole host of other women join in on the fun at some point, including those she were speaking with now. So why did Angelina's little fantasy scenario bother her so much?

She didn't know exactly.

Because she had dreamt of Harry showing Angelina, Alicia, Katie and Hermione how to handle his big, fat cock. How he would push them onto their backs and fill each of them up in turn, as they moaned with pleasure. But in her mind, they weren't fucking because they had seduced Harry, they were fucking because she wanted him to fuck them. They were fucking because she had given them permission, and if they refused, they were out of her harem.

But of course, Angelina couldn't have know any of this unless she told her. And she didn't exactly plan to tell her that she was fucking her own Daddy, or the fact that she was forming a harem around him, while they were dining the in the Great Hall with lots of people around. She just thought of him as the hot new professor. And Iris couldn't exactly fault her for that. He was hot, after all.

And that thought brought her back to the first part of the conversation.

"You know what?" Iris said, her voice louder and more confident than before. "I think I might sign up for the tournament too."

That brought silence to the table, and all eyes turned to her in surprise.

"You're not serious, Iris." Hermione said, her voice laced with concern.

"I am."

If someone's going to be getting all those private lessons with Professor Black, it's going to be me!

"But Iris, you're a fourth year!" Katie protested, her eyes wide with worry. "The other champions will be older students, and they'll have more experience than you!"

"So what?" Iris shrugged, her confidence growing by the second. "I'm the Girl-Who-Lived, aren't I? I've faced down Voldemort and lived to tell the tale. I think I can handle a few magical challenges."

Angelina looked at her with a newfound respect. "You know what, Iris? You're right. And I think you'd make an amazing champion. You've got the skills, the power, and the courage to take on anything that comes your way. The only problem? I'm planning on signing up too."

Iris grinned, feeling a surge of relief that her friends could understand her sudden desire to compete. "Well then, may the best witch win."

Katie giggled, throwing her hands up in surrender. "Alright, alright. You two are on. I don't think I stand a chance against either of you, so I'll just sit back and watch. But," she waggled her eyebrows suggestively, "you never know, Professor Black might notice little old me, just for being there to support his champion."

Alicia sighed. "Yeah, I'll probably skip it too. I'll stick with Katie, and we'll cheer you both on." She turned to Hermione. "What about you? Are you going to sign up?"

Hermione shook her head, her blush fading slightly. "No, I'm afraid I'm not. I'm not exactly... champion material."

"You can join us in seducing him through other means, then," Katie grinned, nudging Hermione's shoulder playfully. "You do have a great set of tits, after all."

Hermione groaned. "Oh, Katie. You're incorrigible."

...

As the feast concluded and the students began to filter out of the Great Hall, Iris stood up to regroup with Susan and Luna.

"Where's Hannah?" She asked, frowning slightly.

Susan shrugged, looking thoughtful. "Last I saw, she was heading up to the infirmary. She said she wasn't feeling well."

Iris nodded, a pang of worry making her frown deeper. She hoped Hannah was alright. She hated seeing her friends in pain.

Luna, who had been quiet until now, looked thoughtful. "Do you think she's experiencing withdrawal symptoms?"

Iris and Susan turned to look at her, both of them confused. "From what?"

Luna tilted her head, her long, silvery hair cascading over her shoulders. "From Harry's cum, of course."

Susan's mouth dropped open in surprise. "Luna! What are you talking about?"

Luna rolled her eyes. "Come on, Susan. Surely you must have noticed? His cum is absolutely brimming with magical energy! And once you've had a taste, it's like a drug. You become addicted to it, craving more and more. And when you don't get it, you suffer from withdrawal symptoms." She nodded wisely, her eyes gleaming with knowledge. "I am feeling it a bit myself."

Iris felt her heart race at the thought of being addicted to Harry's cum. She could well believe it, especially after experiencing the magical rush that always seemed to follow him filling her up. She couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be cut off from that magical nectar, to go without the feeling of him throbbing inside her, or his warm, sticky essence filling her to the brim.

Susan looked thoughtful, her brow furrowed. "I guess... I never really thought about it that way. But... yeah, I guess I've been feeling a bit... off, lately as well. Like I'm missing something, you know?"

Luna nodded, her eyes wide. "Exactly! I guess it's because he hasn't filled us up with his massive cock in over a week."

Susan bit her lip, looking thoughtful. "Then I guess there's really only one solution, isn't there?"

"Juppers!" Luna exclaimed, clapping her hands together excitedly. "Time to hunt down the big, fat cock!"

I was thinking one more chapter of Professor Black next to not leave it here, and then move onto the new story!