Professor Potter Pt. 2 (Harry Potter) (Patreon)

A/N: This vote is a way of deciding what sort of Harry Potter you guys want me to write. It doesn't necessarily lock you guys into things, just gives me an idea of how to have him act in his role as Professor.

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It was all happening so fast. As Andromeda Tonks nee Black straddles his lap, completely in the nude, Harry’s mouth opens and closes wordlessly for a few long moments before he finally chokes out his answer.

“O-Okay…”

The new Hogwarts Headmistress’ response is a beaming smile as she leans in to give him a quick peck on the lips, before climbing back off of him. For a moment, Harry feels almost robbed, only to immediately feel guilty about that. Still, it does seem like she’s hoodwinked him… until she drops to her knees a moment later, spreading his legs apart and reaching for his crotch.

Sitting there on the couch, Harry can only watch as his godson’s grandmother deftly opens up his belt and then his pants, reaching in and pulling out his cock in short order.

“Oh my. This is a very fine specimen, Lord Potter. Or perhaps I should say Professor Potter now that we’ll be working together in a professional capacity.”

Her words are clearly just meaningless muttering as she doesn’t even look up at him while she’s talking, her eyes remaining affixed on his cock, which she now has in both hands. Harry can’t help but blush a little bit. He had something of a growth spurt in the last few years. Not overall, but… well, d-down there. He’d always been small in body. But then, when you’re starved and kept in a cupboard for over ten years, that will happen.

Apparently, his height would always be somewhat stunted, though all that really meant was he’d never be as tall as Ron or Neville. He was still of an average enough height and stood at eye level with most of the witches in his life. But where Harry had had his growth spurt was down below, betwixt his legs. It had happened after what he could only assume was years of good food at Hogwarts, and maybe some sort of reaction to the numerous potions he’d been plied with during his frequent stays in the Medical Wing.

Had Madam Pomfrey had something to do with his abnormally large member? Harry didn’t know for sure… though now that he was heading back to Hogwarts, and as a Professor no less, perhaps he would get the chance to ask her…

Regardless, Andromeda’s hands feel amazing on his cock, and she certainly seems to know it too, her lips curled into a self-satisfied smirk as her eyes twinkle with avarice and arousal.

“That’s it. Let me see you in all of your fullness, all of your glory. I want it all, Professor Potter.”

“Headmistress…”

Harry trails off with a groan as Andromeda takes that moment to lean forward and swallow the head of his cock in between expert lips. It’s… much easier to coach this all in terms of a professional setting, despite how unprofessional his new boss is being. It’s much easier if he just thinks of her as Headmistress and himself as Professor while she gives him head… because the alternative is more than a little hinky.

What would Tonks say, if she caught wind of him and her mother together? Her son’s godfather and grandmother, getting it on in the sitting room of the Potter Manor. Yeah, it was a lot easier to just set aside THAT particular issue and focus on the pleasure at hand and the reason it was happening. Headmistress Tonks was desperate for his help, desperate for him to come and join the faculty at Hogwarts. And she would do ANYTHING to make that happen.

His cock jumps in her suckling mouth and Harry reaches down and places a hand atop the gorgeous older woman’s head. The eldest of the three Black sisters looks up at him with such perfectly stormy eyes inquisitively, her gaze questioning as he leans forward, taking a bit more of a proactive role in what’s happening.

“You want me at Hogwarts this badly, huh Headmistress? You want me so bad you’re willing to debase yourself like this? You slut.”

Andromeda’s eyes widen for a second, before she hums around his cock. It takes Harry a moment to realize she’s moaning, the reverberations from which go up his length as he tosses his head back and groans in response.

“Fuuuuck… yeah, just like that…”

Gripping tightly at her raven-black curls, Harry begins to thrust forward into the GILF’s mouth, deeper by the second until he hits the back of her throat. To Andromeda’s credit, she takes his cock with great aplomb, at least at first, seemingly having prepared for his size. Having taken it into account, she represses her gag reflex by swallowing continuously, her throat convulsing pleasurable around his cock, even as her neck bulges obscenely.

It’s a testament to what sort of experience a mature woman like Andromeda can bring to the table… but it also rapidly becomes clear that she’s not used to handling something of QUITE his size, because the more the young Lord gets into it, the less Andromeda is able to keep her composure. It starts small at first, with little hiccups in her gag reflex repression here and there. But then, as Harry pushes further and further down the back of her throat, ever pursuing that need for his cock to be completely encapsulated in between her lips… she rapidly loses control.

“Glughk… Glughk… Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”

Her hands on his knees turn into fists that beat against his legs as involuntary tears stream down her cheeks. Realizing he’s gone too far, and that he’s holding Andromeda by the hair so she can’t come up for air, Harry releases her with a wide-eyed look, a little shocked and ashamed of his own… well, sexual aggression. Andromeda comes off of his cock with a gasp, the new Hogwarts Headmistress looking more than a little disheveled as she pants for air for a few moments, tear tracks going down her cheeks, just starting to ruin her eyeshadow.

“A-Andy, I’m sorry, I don’t… I don’t know what came over me.”

Letting out a raspy chuckle, Andromeda shakes her head.

“No need to apologize, Harry. In fact, I’d rather you didn’t. I enjoy experiencing the exuberance of youth. It’s been… a long time since my husband passed.”

Harry grimaces at the reminder. At the same time, his cock is still twitching and throbbing and pulsating right there in front of Andromeda. Seeing this, she licks her lips and gives him a coy, teasing look.

“Think you can control yourself long enough for me to finish you off, Professor?”

Blushing, Harry swallows and nods his head vigorously. His hands don’t go anywhere near her hair as she goes back to bobbing up and down on his cock. She never goes further then halfway, but in the end, that’s more than enough to send him right over the edge. With a loud groan, Harry calls out a warning, but it’s immediately obvious Andromeda didn’t need it.

“I’m cumming!”

She’s already swallowing his seed by the time he speaks, her throat convulsing again as she drinks down his cum with all the experience that her years on this Earth provide. Thanks to her magical genetics, she might only look like she’s in her thirties at best, but the truth is, she’s a grandmother, a grandmother to Harry’s godson in fact, and that… well, magic sure is neat, is all Harry can really think about that as he leans back, his erection abating.

Standing up, wiping the last bit of cum from the corner of her mouth and sucking it in, Andromeda Tonks smirks.

“I’m pleased to hear that you’ll be joining us at Hogwarts this year, Professor Potter. I look forward to working with you more closely. VERY closely.”

Picking her wand up off of the table, she flicks it and is dressed again in a moment. As she heads for her floo, she looks back over her shoulder at him and seems to read something in the look he’s giving her, because her coy smile and teasing wink say it all.

“I do hope you didn’t expect me to put it on the first date, Harry.”

And like that she’s gone, a pinch of floo powder sending her back to Hogwarts as she shouts out the name of the school and disappears into green flames. Harry flushes at her parting remarks, a little embarrassed that he HAD thought they were going to have sex right then and there. To be fair, it wasn’t like she’d needed to be naked to choke on his dick, now had she?

… She’d been planning on toying with his expectations from the very beginning, hadn’t she? Letting out a huff of amused exasperation, Harry just shakes his head and tucks his cock back into his trousers, fixing them up before standing and staring down at the spot on the floor where Andy had been knelt mere minutes before.

… Maybe this whole thing at Hogwarts wouldn’t be so bad after all, if he got to have fun on that sort of level with the new Headmistress.

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Seated at the faculty table with his fellow staff members, Harry very deliberately does not look in a certain someone’s direction as he looks back at his thoughts from weeks ago and disagrees with them most vehemently. This WAS a bad idea… such a bad idea.

Needless to say, because he was a Professor, he didn’t have to ride on the Hogwarts Express with the rest of the student population. He’d come in via floo, and even attended his first staff meeting already. Harry was a little surprised to find that almost every position at Hogwarts was occupied by a gorgeous witch, either from his days, or a replacement in the time since Voldemort’s second defeat.

But that wasn’t important, certainly not. Headmistress Tonks had just put bad thoughts in his head regarding work place environments. He needed to remember that what he and Andromeda were doing was both unique and technically very naughty. It wasn’t like he was going to go around looking for sexual relationships with all of his fellow Professors or something. That would be ridiculous!

“Settle down, everyone! Settle down!”

As the new Headmistress stands up, the students all stop talking and look towards the head table. Though, just because Andromeda is doing the talking, doesn’t mean that a vast swathe of eyes aren’t currently on Harry. In fact, there’s a lot of people currently looking at him. Some of whom have been doing so since they entered the room and haven’t stopped.

“As you all can see, there have been numerous faculty changes in the wake of the Dark Lord’s defeat. Many of the so-called instructors hired by Headmaster Severus Snape have either died or been sent to Azkaban. The scant few that don’t fall into one of those two categories have been let go. Likewise, a few others have decided to retire entirely, and have been replaced. I will introduce the new Professors now.”

As Andromeda begins to do so, Harry has to confess, he’s not really listening. He’s too busy trying to avoid making eye contact with one Hermione Granger. Out of all of the people at the tables below who are currently staring at him, hers are the eyes he can feel the most. She’s mad at him, presumably… and rightfully so, to be quite honest.

He… may not have told her about his new position. Though to be fair, there was a good reason for that. Even now, sat beside her, Ron Weasley is also looking up at him, and from the quick glance in their direction he gave them earlier, Harry saw the other boy’s grinning face. Ron was the first person that Harry had contacted about Andromeda’s offer and his acceptance of the position. The boy was Harry’s best friend, of course he was going to talk to him about it!

Ron’s reaction however, had left a sour taste in Harry’s mouth. The red head hadn’t let his jealousy get the better of him again, thankfully, but his reaction had gone too far in the extreme of the other direction, in Harry’s opinion. Ron’s initial assumption was that, because they were best friends and Harry was the DADA Professor, that suddenly Ron wouldn’t have to do any homework, and could expect a passing grade in the class simply by virtue of said friendship.

… Harry hadn’t known how to respond to that in all honesty, and the whole conversation had made him think twice about telling Hermione. He could just imagine his other best friend’s reaction. She wouldn’t expect freebies or handouts to be fair… but she would decide that Harry wasn’t prepared, and the last few weeks would have been hell on Earth as the brunette bookworm of a witch tried to cram every single thing she could into Harry’s head to try to prepare him for the teaching position.

Maybe it would have been helpful, but Harry just didn’t want to even let things go there to be perfectly honest. Was that wrong of him? Perhaps. And now… now it was coming back to bite him in the ass quite severely.

“And last but not least, as I’m sure you’ve all been waiting for… Hogwarts new DADA Professor, Harry Potter! Please, Professor Potter, stand and say a few words for us.”

Jolted from his introspection, Harry blinks and stands up, staring out at the expectant audience before him. The Great Hall is so quiet you could hear a pin drop as he opens his mouth, not entirely sure what to even say. What sort of speech should he give? Should he present himself as their Professor first and their friend second, make it clear he wasn’t going to go easy on them? Should he instead let it leak through that he was in over his head and was willing to just be the friendly instructor they’d all had in the DA? Should he give a speech at all?

Fuck, he was doomed, wasn’t he?