Professor Potter Ch. 8 (Harry Potter) (Patreon)

A/N: What's this? Character agency in MY smut story? More likely than you think!

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“So what do you say Professor? Care to join me on the wild side?”

Staring at Daphne Greengrass as she gives him a sultry, seductive grin, Harry really doesn’t have to think about it much longer. In the end, he answers her grin with a light smirk and inclines his head as he gives his response.

“Sure. Why not?”

“Eep!”

The sudden exclamation from Hermione’s corner, while not unexpected, still gets both him and Daphne to look over at her. Harry’s childhood friend is blushing up a storm right now, and she fidgets in her chair under their attention, now that they’ve agreed to… well, an intimate course of action. Harry has to admit, he’s always admired Hermione. The muggleborn witch is a go-getter and always has been. While she’d started out as a bit of an overbearing know-it-all in their First Year, she’d eventually grown as a person… and as a woman too.

Hermione wasn’t just cute; she was drop dead gorgeous these days. That was something Harry had first begin to notice when he’d seen her at the Yule Ball back during their Fourth Year. It had only been because of how important taking down Voldemort was that he hadn’t tried to make a move back when Ron had stormed off and left them all alone out in the wilderness for some time.

Offering his childhood friend a smile as well, Harry lifts an eyebrow.

“You’re welcome to join us, Mione.”

Her blush intensifies, whether because of the invitation or because of his shortening of her name. Either way, Harry is convinced he has her right where he wants her… which is why he’s no small amount of surprised when Hermione suddenly jerks back, jolting out of her chair and shaking her head.

“N-No! I m-mean… I’m g-good! I just… um, I s-should probably be going…”

She fidgets, and Harry belatedly realizes that as much as she might want to leave, she can’t go without his permission… after all, she and Daphne are still here for detention, and he even still has both of their wands held hostage to ensure their compliance. Merlin, he felt a bit like a heel in the moment, like he was lording his power over Hermione to extort sexual favors from her.

But he would never do that, and obviously Hermione didn’t believe he would do it either. While Daphne watches on like a hawk, Harry produces Hermione’s wand from his robes and gives his friend a simple nod as he holds it out to her.

“Very well, Ms. Granger. Please, take your leave.”

He tries not to come across as cross or cold, attempting to inject as much warmth into his words as possible. Judging by the tentative, hesitant smile Hermione gives him, it works at least a little. Regardless, she takes her wand back and scurries out of the classroom, leaving Harry hating to see her leave… but truth be told, loving watching her go. She really does have a cute ass these days.

Still, he’s a little bit surprised. He wasn’t… he wasn’t expecting her to say no, he realizes. It hadn’t crossed his mind that she would. But it made sense, in a way. He’d been asking a lot of her, hadn’t he? Asking her to engage in a threesome at the drop of the hat, after not even telling her he was going to be DADA Professor, and on top of that giving her and Daphne a joint detention.

“Don’t mind her.”

Before Harry can spend too much more time beating himself up over his handling of Hermione, Daphne Greengrass more than takes his mind off of such things by happily dropping into his lap. With a sudden lapful of gorgeous witch, Harry finds his hands immediately going to her hips, even as Slytherin’s Ice Queen grinds herself into his lap and wraps her arms around his neck.

“After all, I’m more than woman enough for you, Professor. And perhaps, if this works out well enough for us, we can make it a regular thing~”

Daphne is all sex right now, seductive and sultry and a dozen other sexy S-words. And yet, as Harry looks at her… well, maybe it’s all thanks to Andromeda. Maybe if it wasn’t for the Headmistress taking him under her wing, Harry would be ill-prepared for this and would be putty in Daphne Greengrass’ hands. The thing is… he knows too much now. Not only has he been with an older, more experienced witch… he knows Daphne is a virgin. No matter how sexy or sultry she acts, he knows the truth…that it is all just an act, and that in reality, she’s putting on a front in order to get what she wants.

Even after their heart to heart, Daphne is trying to take the lead, trying to top him in some effort to have control over this situation… and frankly, Harry isn’t willing to give it to her. After all, he’s the one who’s sticking his neck out for the Greengrass witch. He’s the one taking on all the risk FOR her. With a low growl, Harry reaches up and fists his hand through Daphne’s hair, grabbing hold of her head by her locks and yanking it back hard enough to draw a hiss from her lips as he looks her in the eye.

“Perhaps if you impress me enough, it will be a regular thing Ms. Greengrass. I must admit though… you’re off to a pitiful start. Off my lap and on your knees, now.”

His forceful words have an effect on Daphne, even as she tries to hide it. Pushing her off of him, he watches as she stares at him for a moment before slowly sinking down to her knees.

“Of course, Professor… mm, have I been naughty? Do you need to punish me, sir?”

She reaches for his robes without prompting, but Harry doesn’t stop her. He just continues to stare down at her imperiously, taking some pleasure in how she falters for half a second before redoubling her efforts to be the sexy, seductive minx. Her hands slip into his robes, unbutton and unzip his trousers, and pull out his cock in a few moments. As she extricates his half-hard prick from its confines, she licks her lips and looks between it and him, attempting a coy smile.

“Do you want me to put it in my mouth, Professor? Want me to shut myself up on your cock?”

“Yes.”

His succinct and simple answer almost causes Daphne to scowl for a moment, before she recovers. Smiling once more, the Ice Queen leans forward and takes him in her mouth. She’s bad at it, Harry notes almost immediately, and with a hiss, he tightens his grip on her hair and forces her to focus on his face again.

“No teeth, brat.”

Something stormy appears in her gaze, but she nods ever so slightly and goes back to sucking his cock, this time avoiding her teeth grazing his sensitive member. She tries to be slow and sensual about it, tries to handle him like she’s in charge, but Harry isn’t having it. Frankly, she’s not GOOD enough at fellatio to manage to suck him off on her own.

“Faster.”

He helps her with that, his grip on her hair allowing him to drive her further down his shaft. He’s gratified to hear her choke on his dick, to be honest. He might feel sorry for Daphne and her circumstances, but that doesn’t mean he’s not still annoyed with her, both for her disruption of his class earlier that day, and for trying to turn him into her patsy.

“Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!”

He doesn’t spend too long fucking her face on his cock, however. He’s not a sadist, and even Daphne Greengrass’ eyes watering as her slobber and saliva begin to coat her chin is enough to tug at his heart strings. Relaxing his grip on her hair, he lets the Slytherin witch pull back, watching with blank eyes as she coughs and hacks for a moment before glaring at him.

“You’re a brute, Professor. I m-must confess, I didn’t think you had it in you.”

“Stand up and lean over the desk, Ms. Greengrass.”

His response clearly annoys her, but nevertheless, Daphne rises to her feet, turns around, and bends over his desk for him. Her own ass is pretty close in quality to Hermione, though admittedly Harry doesn’t have all that much experience. He’d have to have them both next to each other and naked to make a proper… comparison.

As it is, the young Hogwarts Professor rises from his chair then, moving into position behind Daphne. One hand goes to the nape of her neck and she stiffens as he grabs her there, pushing her forward further. His other hand reaches down and hikes up her robes until they’re gathered around her hips and revealing a delectable bubble butt covered only by her jeans.

Seeing no belt, Harry doesn’t bother reaching around to the front to try and deal with the button and zipper. He just grabs the back of her jeans, hooking his fingers into the waistband, and pulls hard, eliciting a gasp from Daphne as the button pops off and her jeans come down to her knees. She’s quivering now, trembling even, something Harry can only see because he can now see expanses of her pale flesh, her thighs jiggling ever so slightly with her shivering.

He wastes no time in yanking down her panties next, though he also doesn’t fail to notice the way the crotch of her underwear sticks to her cunt. Lifting an eyebrow, Harry places his hand against Daphne’s pussy lips and palms her mound.

“You’re wet.”

“S-Shut up Potter…”

Harry chuckles at that… and then pulls back his hand and brings it back down, spanking Daphne right on the pussy. The wet, squelching along with the clap noise are both drowned out by Daphne’s girlie squeal, the Ice Queen melted without Harry even realizing it.

“That’s Professor Potter to you, Ms. Greengrass. Apologize. Bad girls don’t get my dick… only good girls do…”

And they both know how bad Daphne wants his dick. But now Harry begins to suspect it’s not only because she wants him to deflower and defile her, sullying her for her would be ancient foreign suitors… but because she’s horny and wants him to fuck her. She wants him to use her.

“… S-Sorry, Professor. P-Please forgive me… I’m a good girl. I want to be a g-good girl.”

Her teeth are clenched, making it appear as if she doesn’t want to be doing this or saying these things, but Harry detects a note of yearning in her tone all the same. It’s the same yearning he heard in Nymphadora’s eyes, before her mother interrupted them…

Deciding that was good enough, mostly because he’s rock hard and wants to have a fucking go, Harry grabs Daphne by the hips, lines up his cock with her virgin quim… and thrusts forward. She’s more than wet enough for him, though he definitely feels it as he tears through her hymen on his first pass. Daphne feels it too, judging by the sharp cry that leaves the beautiful witch’s lips, her head hanging down for a moment.

But Harry still isn’t done punishing her. He doesn’t feel like letting her rest and recover. Instead, he begins to fuck her right there atop his desk, pounding into Daphne as she bends over his desk and takes her punishment like the good little harlot she is. Cock throbbing and pulsating inside of her, Harry goes for broke, plowing away like there’s no tomorrow.

As he’d begun suspect, Slytherin’s prim and proper Ice Queen likes it rough. She’s enjoying this, enjoying HIM, and as he fucks her from behind, Daphne simply can’t contain her voice. She cums for him far faster than Harry would have thought possible, her cries like a trill in his ears as she shivers and shakes beneath him.

Harry keeps going, of course, the act of pistoning in and out of the witch enjoyable both for the sensation, but also for how it seems to drive her utterly mad. She’s going wild for his cock, and Harry is getting a massive ego boost from it, loving how she tightens up around his thrusting shaft again and again as he rams her against the sturdy desk.

Of course, eventually he can’t hold back any longer… he’s going to cum… but not inside Daphne. As much as the idea of knocking up the haughty, snooty Pureblood witch might first appeal to him, Harry still has some level of self control and breeding one of his students barely a week into his tenure at Hogwarts sounds like a mistake. Not to mention, he’s causing enough trouble with House Greengrass as it is.

So instead of risking all of that, Harry settles for grabbing Daphne by the hair one last time, yanking her head back even as he pulls out of her at the last second. Dragging her away from his desk, spinning her around and forcing her to her knees, Harry doesn’t give Daphne much time to properly assess what’s happening. One hand in her hair, the other stroking his throbbing, pulsating cock, Harry smiles, seeing the light of understanding entering the Pureblood Witch’s eyes half a moment before he begins to cum.

She flinches back as he covers her face in his seed, but with his grip on her hair, Daphne isn’t going anywhere. He cums all over her face and even all over her still-hidden tits. Part of Harry regrets not taking an opportunity to look at them, but he’d certainly enjoyed her pale white ass well enough… and it’s fun, ruining her robes as he covers her top half with his cum.

Eventually though, he’s finished and as he lets go of Daphne’s hair, she rocks back, cum-covered face scrunched up in some indecipherable emotion. Slowly, she brings herself back under control… and in spite of being covered in his jizz, she slowly stands up, almost looking like she’s holding her head high.

“W-Will that be all, P-Professor?”

She holds out her hand expectantly, clearly looking to be given her wand so she can leave. Harry hesitates for a moment, considering whether he wants it to truly ‘be all’ or not. He could… give Daphne a standing weekly detention. Might look suspicious to the rest of the school though, if he did that. He could also just let her go as she is now and leave it at this.

Daphne had gotten what she wanted… and so had he.