Professor Potter Ch. 5 (Harry Potter) (Patreon)

A/N: You guys chose the Mystery Box! And you were right, it WAS a Tonks!

On a more serious note, this chapter is my attempt to show Harry's inexperience with certain things alongside his innate leadership/alpha male qualities. Dunno how good of a job I did to be perfectly honest...

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As Tonks falls silent, awaiting his response, Harry falls silent too, not really sure which option he likes best. The entire room falls into silence… except it doesn’t. There’s noises coming from Harry’s wardrobe, and though they go quiet a few seconds after Tonks stops talking, it doesn’t keep her and Harry from hearing them. The noises of fingers moving in and out of a slick cunt are unmistakable.

Exchanging a look, he and Tonks both slowly turn to stare at the now-quiet wardrobe, neither of them willing to pretend like they didn’t hear anything. Which is why neither of them are all that surprised when the wardrobe bursts open a second later. Though, Harry at least is VERY surprised by who it is that’s on the other side.

“Nymphadora Tonks! What did I tell you? I told you that I would take care of Harry’s needs here at Hogwarts!”

It’s Andromeda Tonks, Headmistress of Hogwarts, that comes striding out of Harry’s wardrobe hurriedly trying to fix up her robes, hiding how disheveled she looks and covering up the fact that she’d almost definitely been touching herself to him and her daughter mere moments before. Where… where had she even come from? Harry was pretty sure he’d left her behind in the Great Hall, so how the hell had she gotten to his quarters ahead of him?

Had she been hiding in his wardrobe this entire time? Or was there something more to it? Scowling mightily, Tonks clenches her hands into fists, glaring her mother down.

“Clearly you haven’t been doing a very good job, mother! Harry was more than ready to leap right into my open arms, so you must not have been handling his needs very well!”

Harry finally twigs on to something as mother and daughter have their argument. Furrowing his brow, he turns from the Headmistress to Tonks and shakes his head.

“Wait, Tonks… you said that your mother sent you here to incentivize me. You said she was throwing you at me.”

Flushing at being caught out in her little fib, the metamorphmagus squirms as Harry frowns at her, offering him a weak smile in response.

“Well, I might have… misspoken a little bit. But c’mon, Harry. Don’t you-!”

“Silencio! Incarcerous! I think that’s more than enough out of you, Nymphadora. We’ll discuss your actions later.”

In the span of a moment, Andromeda has truck. Silencio puts Tonks on mute, the spell leaving her mouth opening and closing but no further words coming out. Before she can even begin to react to the loss of speech however, the Headmistress’ second spell hits and the conjured rope flows over Tonks’ body, wrapping her up and binding her tightly, sending her straight to her knees as her arms are drawn behind her back and bound to her ankles.

By the time the Incarcerous spell is done enacting Andromeda’s will on her wayward daughter, Tonks is bound quite nicely… and in a way that leaves Harry’s already throbbing cock all the harder. Really, did Tonks’ mother HAVE to present her daughter in such a way that Tonks’ tits were jutting out even as the rope encircled them both at the base in complex rope bondage?

“My incorrigible daughter’s brash actions aside, it would seem I have been remiss in not providing you with further care, Professor Potter.”

Strutting up to him, Andromeda cuts off his view of Tonks and puts herself between the two of them. Then, planting her hand on his chest with her fingers splayed out, she begins walking him back towards the bed. The young wizard can’t possibly resist, or rather he could… but he’s not going to. He spares one last glance towards Tonks, apologizing with a look, before he topples over onto his back and Andromeda climbs aboard.

The Hogwarts Headmistress wastes no time in vanishing her own robes as she takes hold of his cock and licks her lips, rubbing her slit against the base of his member.

“Is this what you want, Professor? Does the Headmistress need to give herself over to slake your insatiable lusts? Well, if she must~”

Alright, Andromeda talking about herself in the third person while calling him Professor was perhaps a little weird… but also incredibly hot, in it’s own way. Of course, just having the gorgeous older witch atop him, resting her cunt against his cock and preparing to impale herself on his member was plenty hot in and of itself.

With a wanton groan, Andromeda drops down onto his shaft, piercing herself through with his spear of meat and filling her quim with his throbbing length. Harry groans as well, and for a moment loses himself in her tightness. He has to admit, part of him HAD been disappointed that she’d left it at just a blowjob when she’d come to make him this offer in the first place.

Now though, it seems he’s getting the full package, with Andromeda’s cunt clenching around his cock as the Hogwarts Headmistress begins to ride him up and down. The gorgeous MILF reaches down and grabs his wrists, directing his hands to her chest as she bounces, and Harry feels over Andromeda’s tits. They’re amazing if he’s being honest, especially given her age. But then, witches were just built different then muggle women, weren’t they?

Andromeda was older than his Aunt Petunia, and yet, one of them was a gorgeous black-haired bombshell and the other was an unrepentant shrew who was already beginning to develop wrinkles. Three guesses on which was which and the first two don’t count. Andromeda Tonks really has no right being as fine a woman as she is for her age… but that’s certainly not stopping her.

He rolls her nipples in between his fingers, groping and caressing her breasts with both hands. Meanwhile, she rides him to kingdom cum, bouncing up and down on his cock hard and fast, groaning and moaning all the while. Harry honestly can’t get enough of it… and no, not because it’s just his first time. That… that has nothing to do with it, even if it’s the truth. He’s just lost his virginity as it so happens, and frankly, he doesn’t mind one bit. Not like he was saving it for anything else.

Andromeda moans and tosses her head back in ecstasy as he tugs on her nipples. Her cunt clenches around him, and Harry is fairly certain she’s just orgasmed on his cock. When she falls forward a moment later, bracing herself on his chest and giving him a lustful smile, the Headmistress confirms it.

“Your big fat cock just made me cum, Harry. Is my tight cunt going to do the same for you?”

In the end, that’s all it takes. Well, that and the fact that said tight cunt is currently wrapped around his dick and massaging up and down his member rhythmically. Her words combined with her insides drive him over the edge and Harry groans as he spills his seed inside of Andromeda, inside of the grandmother of his godson.

She really has no business being as sexy as she is… but he has to admit, she’s fucking gorgeous as she takes his load, groaning and moaning all the while. Then, just like that, it’s over. Andromeda pulls off of him and moves her mouth down to his cock, taking him past her lips for a brief moment to clean him off, but then she finishes up and pulls away, crawling off of the bed and standing there with her hands on her hips as she smirks down at him.

“Get some rest, Professor Potter. Your first class is tomorrow, after all.”

Then, completely naked and not showing a single care in the world about it, Andromeda flicks her wand at Tonks, levitating her bound, silenced daughter up into the air. When she catches Harry staring, she lets out a laugh.

“I hope you didn’t think I’d leave her behind. She’d keep you up all night long if I let her. No, my daughter and I are going to go have a long, in-depth chat about her inappropriate behavior. Sleep well, Professor.”

And then the Headmistress of Hogwarts disappears back into his wardrobe with her daughter floating behind her. Harry waits about five minutes before going over and checking the wardrobe. It doesn’t take him long to figure out the trick… there’s a secret passageway built into the back of the piece of furniture, one that Harry would bet good money leads right to the Headmistress’ quarters.

Rolling his eyes at having the answer to his query, Harry considers briefly going after the two Tonks women. His spent cock even twitches at the thought of chasing them down and having a threesome. But no, in the end common sense wins out. If he did go after them, there was the chance Andromeda would let something like that happen… but then Harry would be utterly exhausted the very next day for his first ever Defense Class.

He was still being in the process of being felt out and judged by the students. He knew that to be a fact. So, in the interest of putting his best put forward, Harry goes to bed… and honestly, in the wake up his first time having sex, it’s the best sleep he’s gotten in ages.

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“Settle down, everyone. Welcome to Defense Against the Dark Arts.”

The next day, thanks to Andromeda making sure that her daughter didn’t keep him up all night, Harry is actually feeling absolutely astounding. In fact, he’s actually a little grateful to the Headmistress, even if Nymphadora looks a whole lot like a pouty, irritated cat at breakfast, denied her treat and still upset about it.

Regardless, Harry’s first classes of the day go absolutely swimmingly. Which is to be expected, given his first classes are with First Years, then Second Years, and then Third Years. It’s only by the end of the day that he’s starting to get up to the higher years, until finally for his final class of the day, he finds himself face to face with his peers mixed in with the students that were one year below them back when Harry attended Hogwarts just two years before.

Gryffindor and Slytherin, of course, and Malfoy in particular looked somewhat mulish about seeing Harry upfront behind the Professor’s Desk. Sure, he wasn’t outright sneering, but then Harry had saved his and his mother’s ass leading up to the final confrontation with Voldemort, and their turncoat status and Harry vouching for them was the only reason they’d even escaped a sentence in Azkaban. Somehow, Harry didn’t think he’d have any issues with Draco this year.

And as it so happens, the one who speaks up from Slytherin is someone else entirely.

“Why should we settle down, exactly? Frankly, why should we even call you Professor? After all, some of us actually did this year of schooling already. In fact, I’d go so far as to say some of us sat in this very class know more than you, Potter.”

Daphne Greengrass’ voice quiets the class even more effectively then Harry’s own, and as she speaks the place becomes silent as a grave, everyone looking between her and him as Harry blinks, processing the Slytherin witch’s words and considering how to respond to them. He and Daphne hadn’t had very many interactions during their years at Hogwarts.

Matter of fact, he couldn’t remember even talking to the blonde witch. She was known as ‘the Ice Queen of Slytherin’ from what little rumor he remembered, but Draco and the Slytherin Quidditch Team had always been Harry’s major points of contact with the Hogwarts House. Not counting his run-ins with Snape, of course.

Before Harry can formulate a response, another voice speaks up, as Hermione Granger stands from her chair, snapping at Daphne.

“Don’t be ridiculous! If anyone is qualified to lead this class, it’s Harry! He led every single member of the DA to passing our OWLs in his Fifth Year! And while you lot were learning from Death Eaters last year; Harry was getting real world experience! He was getting hands-on experience that you’ll never hope to be able to match!”

Far from being cowed, Daphne just turns her sharp, icy smile onto Hermione next, slowly rising from her own seat as she turns to face the muggleborn.

“Oh? And I suppose you would know all about that, Granger, considering you were conspicuously absent last year as well. Just what sort of ‘hands-on’ experience was Harry getting? Was it hands-on experience with the Dark Arts… or with you?”

Raking her eyes up and down Hermione’s body to make her intentions obvious, Daphne smirks, clearly believing herself to have scored a point. Based on the low level ‘oooh’ that the rest of the room let out, she had. Hermione bristles and begins to puff up like a particularly angry cat as she opens her mouth to respond, only for Harry to cut in with a single, silken word.

“Enough.”

He surprises even himself with his tone. Honestly, for just a moment he thinks he’s hearing Voldemort speak, that’s what the voice sounds like for the half a second it takes Harry to realize it’s actually his own, and to remember that Voldemort is dead and gone. Still, the tone has the intended effect, causing both Hermione and Daphne to sit down in their chairs and then look surprised that they’d done so, freezing in place along with the rest of the class when Harry sweeps his gaze across them all.

Honestly, he’s not entirely sure where this is coming from, but all of the sudden it’s just so very easy to look at them all as the students they are. Unfortunately, he has to make a decision now on how to proceed. The easiest would be to punish Daphne and Hermione for the disruption and then move on with the lesson. But that would leave Daphne’s words about his capabilities hanging in the air. He wouldn’t have answered her challenge properly.

There was another option he could take. Whether it was a good idea or not, Harry couldn’t say. But perhaps, unlike the other classes, this mixture of Seventh and quasi-‘Eighth’ year students would benefit from a… practical demonstration of sorts. A duel, perhaps, might just be in order. Except, it wouldn’t do for him to duel just Daphne. Maybe… yes, Harry could see it. A lesson in teamwork all in one, as he pitted Daphne and Hermione against him to try and make something more positive of their incredibly negative relationship.

It would be a risk, of course. If he lost… well, Harry just wouldn’t lose. Or he could give them both detention and pass up the opportunity for a practical lesson, instead focusing on what he’d already come up with.

He should have known this final class of the day was going to be the most complicated…