Hogwarts, College of Witchcraft and Wizardry Ch. 16 (Harry Potter) (Patreon)

A/N: New Chapter~

... It's completely coincidental that the choices for this story oddly lined up with the choices on yesterday's Star Wars piece lol.

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After Draco’s defeat, things quieted down a fair bit. At the very least, the boy slinked off with his tail between his legs. Though, judging by the death glares he tended to throw Harry’s way from across the Great Hall at most meals, it was more likely that he’d received a letter from home telling him to back off, rather than showing the intelligence needed to back off himself.

Harry wasn’t too worried about it, truth be told. Oh, he was certainly exercising more vigilance than he had been previously, especially when it came to Hermione… and now Pansy as well. Both young women were his mentees now after all, and that meant they were under the protection of House Potter as well as House Black. The attack on Hermione, while being motivated mostly by her stand out grades and prodigious talent with magic despite her blood status, had also been motivated by the damage it would have done to both of the Houses Harry was tied to, if Crabbe and Goyle had succeeded in pulling off the hit without being detected.

As it was, they’d failed and Draco had not only lost both his goons, but also his girl, and along with those losses had come a loss in prestige and reputation that saw him looked down upon by those within Slytherin. He’d fucked up, and there was nothing he could do about it, at least for the time being. With Crabbe and Goyle in prison for their crimes and Pansy freed of Draco’s influence, Harry was willing to let matters rest for now.

Of course, even as things quieted down, Harry kept busy. He had a veritable bevy of beauties to call upon now after all, and to be called upon by as well. Whether it was Susan and Hannah begging him so very cutely for a trip to the Room of Requirement, where he would tie them both up and have his way with them, or whether it was Daphne demanding a booty call while offering up Tracey to slick both their lusts, Harry was always down for a romp in the hay, as it was.

Still, he couldn’t let his grades fall behind. He might have learned much of what Hogwarts had to teach already as a result of growing up with two accomplished magical users in the form of his godfather and his aunt, but that didn’t mean he was going to slack off. Hogwarts was the path to true adulthood, in the end, and Harry was here to secure that so that he could get a move on with all the ideas he had for improving the wizarding world.

Unfortunately, he felt like he was constantly being driven to distraction in one class in particular. Astronomy Class tended to take place late at night and at odd intervals depending on the night sky. Aurora Sinistra, the Astronomy Professor, preferred for every single one of her classes to be held under a fully lit, starry night sky, effectively. Which meant, around once a week, completely randomly, they would be informed that that night, at midnight, was to be a class, and they would all be expected to show up.

In that regard, Harry had no trouble attending. After all, with magic, there were a number of options for dealing with lack of sleep or tiredness, even more so then the caffeine that Harry knew muggles routinely applied in order to get through their days. All in all, it wasn’t the time of night or the randomness of the schedule that caused Harry issues.

It was, for lack of a better word, the general sluttiness of the Professor. It hadn’t started out that way either. Professor Aurora Sinistra had been perfectly professional at the start of the year, while also being friendly and approachable. One of the good ones, to be sure. But recently, Harry had noticed a change come over the beautiful, dark-skinned educator… and there was no denying her amorous intent was directed wholly in his direction.

That didn’t mean it didn’t go unnoticed by the rest of the class though, especially when Professor Sinistra showed up to class in rather scandalous, sheer robes that flowed over her beautiful figure, a black corset and matching panties all she’s wearing beneath it. She’d gone on to inform them all that this was the sort of attire wore by the sorceresses of old, those who long ago had used the stars to power their spells and create marvels and the like.

Harry wasn’t sure who, if anyone in the class actually bought that, but no one was going to call her out on it. Well, no one but Hermione, who didn’t so much as call the Professor out as she did ask for more information, leading to a back and forth between Hermione and Aurora that ended with Hermione satisfied by the slightly flummoxed older woman’s answers and even asking where she could get her own set of ‘sorceress robes’.

Needless to say, Hermione had been dogged in her efforts to acquire them, because later that week Harry had been treated to a tasty bit of roleplay featuring a ‘star sorceress’ who’d ‘traveled forward in time’ to find out what sort of man the modern day wizard was. Harry had been all too happy to show her in depth.

Regardless, Aurora Sinistra was flirting with him. She was trying to seduce him. Harry was not an idiot, he could tell when a woman was expressing interest in him. It was just the first time a Professor had done so since he’d arrived at Hogwarts. What was he supposed to do in a situation like this? Well, apparently wait for her to finally make an actual move, it seemed.

Looking down at the note in his hand as he makes his way towards the Professor’s office at a more reasonable time of day then midnight, Harry raises an eyebrow and begins to wonder if he should be concerned about just how many witches communicate with him via written notes. But then to be fair, it could be considered the language of love or something like that, right?

Either way, he arrives at the Astronomy Professor’s Office and politely knocks on the door, announcing his presence. There’s a brief flash as his fist makes contact with the thick wood, an identification spell Harry assumes, and then the door opens all on its own, confirming his suspicions. She was waiting for his arrival, but if anyone else had knocked, it likely wouldn’t have opened for them.

Especially since, when Harry enters the woman’s office, it’s to fine Aurora wearing that same scandalous get up as before, but this time lounging atop her desk like a whore rather than the Hogwarts Professor she is, smirking wickedly at him as she poses with one knee up and her body mostly on display, the good bits merely hidden by her corset and black panties.

“Ah, young Lord Potter. You’ve finally arrived.”

Harry lifts a brow as he steps further into the office, eyeing the beautiful older woman carefully. Her own gaze is quite smoky, utterly seductive, and it’s obvious what she wants. But he’s all too happy to play with her for a little bit, teasing her as he plays dumb.

“Professor… is this about my grades? I believed I was doing well in your class…”

“Mm, you’re doing perfectly well in my class, Harry. I’m pleased to have such a bright young… stud amongst my students.”

Well, she was certainly direct. Harry grins a little, even as he feels his cheeks heating up, just a tad. Aurora was without a doubt one of the more audacious women he’d encountered in a sexual manner since arriving at Hogwarts, now wasn’t she? But then, to be fair, she was older, and an established Professor in her own right. She had room to be.

“Well, I’m glad to hear it, Professor. I- oh!”

The surprise is somewhat fake, but also at least partially real. Before he can continue teasing the Astronomy Professor by playing dumb, Aurora suddenly swings herself off of her desk, strides over to where he’s standing, and drops into a squat right then and there, her fingers unbuttoning and unzipping his pants quite deftly. In no time at all, the dark-skinned witch has his cock out and in her hands, and is stroking him up and down as she gives him a knowing smile, his pale member growing thick and hard in her hands and offering an interesting contrast next to the dark chocolate coloring of her face.

“I think you know what I want Harry. And I think we both know you want me as well. Is it not so? Am I wrong?”

Harry’s breath hitches as the experienced older woman does something interesting with her fingers to his cock in the midst of giving him a truly expert handjob, something that he’s never enjoyed before now. A groan leaves his lips, and his voice is a bit deeper, a bit hoarser as he looks down at the amused witch and gives her his answer.

“You’re not… wrong…”

Aurora smirks and a moment later is swallowing down his cock. All Harry can do is groan as he throws his head back in wanton enjoyment of her technique. If he thought her slender fingers felt good moving so deftly across his engorged member, her mouth is a dozen times better. There’s no denying it, the Professor knows exactly what she’s doing, and she’s clearly pulling out all the stops to impress him.

Impressed Harry is, even as she slurps and sucks at his member, bobbing up and down his length quite energetically. Her pouty lips stretch along his sizable girth, and she looks a little surprised by how big he is, but she takes it in stride, certainly handling him better than some of the witches his own age have managed to.

Harry, meanwhile, is groaning happily, his hands lacing their way through Aurora’s hair, gripping firmly at her black locks but not taking any further action. He knows that in this instance, it’s best to give her control over the exchange. All he’ll do is detract from the glorious blowjob he’s already receiving, as it were. Instead, the young wizard settles back to enjoy the ride, his balls churning and his member pulsating as Aurora swirls her tongue around his cockhead, bobbing up and down on his member, before ultimately going further still.

It takes some time, but then, that’s obviously part of her experience coming into play. She knows how to pace herself, knows how to slowly coax her throat to allow his cock passage, until her lips press up against the base of his member without a single choke or gagging sound coming from her throat. Instead, Aurora is swallowing continuously, managing to handle his man meat with a certain amount of aplomb… all while fingering herself at the same time.

Yes, Harry isn’t so far gone that he doesn’t notice one of the dark-skinned witch’s hands disappearing betwixt her legs. As she crouches there with her thighs spread, she pushes aside her panties and fingers her cunt, all while bobbing up and down the entire length of his cock, her pretty slender neck bulging with every thrust of her head along his member. She takes him down her esophagus and into her gullet again and again, and all Harry can do is just groan in pleasure, thoroughly enjoying himself the entire time.

Her lips, her tongue, even her throat… all feel like they’re working in conjunction to provide him with the best experience he’s ever received, at least when it comes to fellatio. Where DID this slutty minx of an Astronomy Professor learn to suck cock this well, hm? It was very… suspicious. Just how many of her students had caught her eye before him? Just how many wizards had experienced Aurora Sinistra’s forbidden fruits?

It’s not much longer before Harry grunts, feeling his orgasm approaching. Perhaps it’s a bit mean, but he’s curious, intrigued even on just how Aurora will handle it. So, he doesn’t warn her as he begins to cum, taking the dark-skinned woman by surprise as his seed starts to paint her throat. Her eyes widen for a moment in shock, but to her credit, she recovers admirably. There is a moment where she chokes on his seed for a second, gagging as her rhythm is thoroughly destroyed by the deluge of thick, creamy ejaculate, but she begins to swallow it down all the same a second later.

Some of his cum does explode out of her nostrils though, and quite a lot ends up coming out of the sides of her mouth and out from under her lower lip as he cums long and hard, and that alone pleases Harry, if he’s being honest. Painting the beautiful black witch’s dark chocolate skin white with his cum gives him some level of satisfaction as a man and a wizard.

When he’s done, Harry pulls back, leaving Aurora to cough a little as she finishes recovering from his impromptu finish. Looking up at him like a disobedient teacher might look at her student, it’s obvious that she’s not truly angry, even as she rises from her crouch.

“My, my Lord Potter. You ARE a beast, aren’t you? And, it would seem… ready for more.”

His cock has barely softened and is already twitching as it goes right back to full mast. Harry grins and gives a shrug of acknowledgement to her words. He is indeed… ready for more. But, there is a question of just how he’s going to take Aurora Sinistra. If he lets her, the Astronomy Professor will take the reins and show him the ropes, as she’s clearly done for a great number of male students before him.

But Harry isn’t like those other students, now is he? Or at least, he certainly thinks he isn’t. He likes to think he’s different, special, a cut above the rest. So… why not take the reins himself, and show this tart of a teacher exactly what Lord Potter can do?

Or… does he just walk away entirely, and leave Aurora wanting more? There’s certainly plenty of options for him to slake his current lust on, if he wants to tease the woman further.