Professor Potter Ch. 9 (Harry Potter) (Patreon)

A/N: Here we are with another chapter~

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Harry considers things for a moment, before shaking his head.

“No, I don’t think so.”

Daphne’s eyes widen at that, before narrowing in irritation and outrage. He softens those emotions by producing her wand a moment later and slapping it into her palm, but that just leaves the Greengrass witch more confused than anything. Smirking slightly, Harry cocks his head to the side.

“I would say… you haven’t learned your lesson, Ms. Greengrass. Consider yourself under a standing detention with me. Every week, you will come here for a… lesson. We’ll revisit this at the end of the semester and see exactly how much you’ve ‘learned’. Am I understood?”

Part of him feels guilty for using and abusing his position of authority in such a way. It’s probably morally and ethically wrong for him to be using his professional position of power over Daphne to force this. But then, the girl had admitted that she was planning on using him right back. She’d gotten what she wanted out of him without much fight on his end. Now it was Harry’s turn to get what he wanted from her.

After hearing him out, Daphne’s face shifts from confusion to annoyance, to a blank expression as she considers his words. Finally, the gorgeous Slytherin Ice Princess lets out a haughty huff.

“Very well. It’s not like I have much choice, is it?”

Harry cocks an eyebrow at that, shrugging his shoulders.

“You always have a choice, Daphne. If you want to take this to the Headmistress, we could.”

He wasn’t sure how Andromeda would react if they did that. He wasn’t sure why he was even suggesting it. Perhaps because he was already feeling some small amount of guilt over his decision. Either way, Daphne, while taken aback by the idea at first, snorts derisively after giving it a moment of thought.

“Nah, I’m good. See you next week, Professor.”

Harry hums and inclines his head as she turns on her heel and walks out of the room. He almost calls out to her given her current… state, but in the end, just as she’s getting close to the doorway, she flicks her wand back at herself and clearly casts some sort of cleaning spell, removing the mess he’d made of her face and robes when he’d cum.

A brash and icy girl, to say the least… but she’d been fun if nothing else. Letting out a low sigh, Harry turns his gaze towards the future. The year had barely started, after all. He still had a long way to go.

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By the time she gets back to her rooms, she’s already regretting her decision. No, that’s not quite right. From the moment she stepped out of the classroom and realized she’d left Harry behind in that… in that BITCH’s clutches, she’d regretted it. It was just… it wasn’t fair! Everything had happened way too fast for Hermione. She wasn’t prepared, she wasn’t READY.

For a witch who had, above all else, always prided herself on her preparedness when it came to certain situations, she had understandably balked at Harry’s offer. Not because it wasn’t what she wanted… far from it. No, she’d balked because Greengrass was there! It still hurt a little, that he would even consider taking Daphne up on her offer, let alone inviting Hermione to join the two of them, like his and her first time together didn’t mean anything, like it could be trivialized like that.

Harry had… he’d changed, since Voldemort’s defeat. Hermione could recognize that, had recognized that even straight after the battle that had seen the Dark Lord put in the dirt for the second time. But all the same, she hadn’t realized how much he’d changed. And yet… it also didn’t really matter to her at all. He was still her Harry. He was still the boy… no, he was still the MAN she loved.

Luckily, she was Head Girl this year. Private quarters, all to herself. It allows Hermione to throw herself onto her bed in her private bedroom and scream into the pillow without having to worry about pulling curtains around her or casting noise-cancelling spells first. And scream she does, in anger and frustration and bewilderment at her current circumstances.

Hermione Granger wanted Harry Potter. For anyone who had ever really known her, that shouldn’t have been that hard to believe. He’d saved her life all the way back when they were eleven! He’d done it again when they were twelve, or at least after a fashion! They’d ridden on a gryphon together in their Third Year to save his godfather! She’d been the only one to stay at his side when everyone else thought him a liar and a cheat in his Fourth Year! And so on and so forth.

Year after year, Hermione had been there for Harry and Harry had been there for Hermione. Oh, what she wouldn’t have given to be able to go to the Yule Ball with Harry back during their Fourth Year. But, knowing even then what sort of a jealous git Ron Weasley could be, Hermione had jumped at the offer from Viktor Krum instead… even if it’d ended up causing just as much strife and drama between them.

… In fact, out of everyone in her life, Hermione was pretty sure that the only two people who didn’t know how deep her feelings for Harry ran were the ones who were supposed to be her two closest friends. Ron had never seemed to understand that Hermione liked Harry… and perhaps that was because Harry hadn’t seemed to get it either.

The two boys had always danced around the subject, with Ron nosing more and more around Hermione like he had a chance of ever being more than friends with her, and Harry backing off further and further like he didn’t want anything more from her than her friendship.

Except, that wasn’t exactly true, now was it? Tonight proved that Harry WAS interested in her. Even if he hadn’t deigned to tell her about his hiring as the DADA Professor, even if they hadn’t gotten a chance to seriously talk since that particular revelation, he’d still… he’d still been interested in her enough to offer to let her join while he… while he fornicated with Daphne Greengrass.

Moaning forlornly, Hermione flips over onto her back and lets her hands wander as she starts to imagine it. She should have been there; she should have stayed. But she likes to imagine without her presence, this new No-Nonsense Harry doesn’t take any of Daphne’s bullshit. She likes to imagine he bends her over his desk and just fucks her, straight up.

Or rather… Hermione likes to imagine herself in Daphne’s place, being treated like the teacher’s pet she’s always been by her handsome, sexy DADA Professor. A low moan leaves the brunette bookworm’s lips as her fingers find her erogenous zones. One hand to her breasts, the other to her slit. She begins to finger herself, even as Harry’s name leaves her lips, even as she softly cries out to him, for him.

He never comes of course. She’d passed up on the opportunity to have him tonight. But… but Hermione wasn’t ready to give up quite yet. She had plans to make, ideas to formulate, goals to achieve. She wasn’t going to let tonight be anything more than the temporary setback that it was, no sir. Moaning, Hermione fingerfucks herself to completion while calling Harry’s name, her eyes squeezed shut and her back arching as her body lifts off the bed.

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Nymphadora Tonks was… irritated. Gritting her teeth, the metamorphmagus stomps through the Hogwarts dungeons, almost daring one of those little shits from Slytherin to be out past curfew or sneaking back to their dorm so she can really put the hurt on them. Alas, so far, she’s not encountered a single one.

It was undeniably frustrating, having one’s mother as one’s boss. Tonks hadn’t been entirely sure what her plans were when she came to Hogwarts this year. It had… seemed like a good idea at the time, pushed upon her by the combined efforts of both Andromeda and Amelia Bones. Tonks didn’t dislike the Director of the DMLE by any means. Madam Bones had actually been something of an idol for Tonks, especially back when she was just an Auror Trainee. If a witch like her could rise so high, then Tonks wanted to aspire to be just as great, one day.

Unfortunately, in the aftermath of the war, her dear mother had gotten her hands on the position of Hogwarts Headmaster, which came with just as much influence and power as Dumbledore had always made it seem like it had. Or at least, it came with enough influence and power for Andromeda to get her daughter right where she wanted her, here at Hogwarts, ostensibly in a safe environment.

Tonks… hadn’t minded that she was being mother hen’d so much, initially. Remus’ loss had been a lot, and it had reminded Tonks of her own mortality, of what was most important. That being Teddy. Teddy was the light of her life, her reason for existing, and Tonks would do anything necessary to keep him safe.

But he was also too young to be at Hogwarts full time, and so Tonks could only really see him on the weekends when she could go visit him, or on the rare occasions when her father would bring him to Hogwarts for a short visit. That left the Auror with a lot of free time on her hands, really. Patrolling Hogwarts wasn’t that tough of a job, after all, not with the war over and Harry Potter himself taking up residence in the castle once more.

But then, that was the problem, wasn’t it? Her mother wanted her safe… but also seemed intent on cockblocking her! Tonks had been so sure that she had an amazing plan, after realizing just what Andromeda had done to get Harry onboard, so to speak. But then, right when she’d been on the cusp of getting Harry into bed, her mother had quite literally shown up via secret passage to foil her plans!

Tonks would always love Remus… but she’d had a bit of a thing for Harry for a while now. And perhaps that was wrong, given the age difference… but despite her motherhood, Tonks wasn’t THAT old yet. And besides, they were both Hogwarts faculty now! The age difference between them certainly wasn’t as great as say, the age difference between Harry and her mum!

Tonks refused to be stymied so easily. She wasn’t going to let Andromeda keep her from what she wanted, not anymore. She’d come to this school to be ‘safe’, just like her mother and the Director wanted, to make them both happy. Well now, Tonks was going to focus on making herself happy as well.

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She should have known Potter would reach for more than he was entitled to. With a scowl etched on her face, Daphne puts up a hand, stopping Tracy dead in her tracks as she sweeps into their shared dorm room. The half-blood witch and her best friend’s mouth clicks shut as she pales at seeing Daphne’s current mood. As well she should, Daphne is pissed.

Potter might have helped her a bit by relieving her of that pesky virginity of hers, but now he was taking liberties by demanding she attend to him weekly for the rest of the semester. That just wasn’t on, and Daphne… Daphne wasn’t having it.

Not that she had minded their time together. In fact, much to her embarrassment and chagrin, Harry had made her feel better than anything ever before, even her own hands… even Tracy’s tongue. Speaking of which, Daphne wastes no time in stripping out of her robes, magically cleaned of the cum that had soaked through them a little earlier.

Getting into bed, she snaps her fingers and points to her cunt without a word… and Tracy, dependable, reliable Tracy Davis, slides into place betwixt her legs without a second of hesitation. The submissive witch’s tongue is soon dancing across Daphne’s folds, leaving the Pureblood Princess’ breath to hitch as she lays her head back, staring at the ceiling.

Even now, she can’t get that cock of his out of her head. Even now, Tracy’s tongue feels like a pale substitute in spite of the half-blood witch working in her fingers and paying special attention to Daphne’s clit, just like she likes. It’s not good enough, but Daphne doesn’t let on, she doesn’t push Tracy away. She lets the other woman work her over, even as she ponders her next move.

Obviously, she can’t let Potter get away with this. He thinks he’s in control. He thinks he has all the power. Even his suggestion that they take it up with the Headmistress was a carefully calculated power play, that Daphne is sure of. Why else would Harry Potter be the DADA Professor this year? Either Headmistress Tonks was so desperate that she’d offered him anything if he accepted… or he’d thrown around his not-insignificant celebrity status to get the position. Whichever option it was, they meant the same thing. The new Headmistress was powerless to stop Potter from going mad with his power. She was his stooge, more likely than not.

Which meant Daphne had to find another way to rebalance the scales, so to speak. She needed to find another way to get Potter under HER control, rather than the other way around. She refused to be made a fool of, refused to be turned into some… sex toy, regardless of how good his cock was.

No matter what, Daphne refused to spend one second longer than necessary under her DADA Professor’s thumb. She just needed to figure out what she was going to do about it… and fast.

A low moan leaves Daphne’s lips, and her hand comes down atop Tracy’s head as the half-blood, perhaps sensing her distraction and discontent, redoubles her efforts to get her mistress off. Curling her legs around Tracy, lacing her fingers through the brunette’s locks, she gasps in abject pleasure.

… Potter could wait, at least for the night…

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Here we have three women who now have plans, schemes, or failing either of those, desires centered around our very own Harry Potter. Which should we follow to it's inevitable conclusion first?