Professor Potter Ch. 11 (Harry Potter) (Patreon)

A/N: Here we are with the next chapter! Just a reminder, this is the reference art I used for inspiration for this piece! (Ignoring the Christmas bit lmao)

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In the end, as he steps forward, the choice is actually very simple. He does what it’s clear Hermione wants him to do. Neither gentle nor rough, he’s instead firm with her as he reaches up a hand to caress one of her bow-wrapped tits, before giving it a solid squeeze. Hermione’s lips part and she gasps as he gives her a knowing grin.

“Well, well Ms. Granger. That’s quite the… offer.”

The use of formality rather than her first name brings color to Hermione’s cheeks as her breath hitches, and Harry can tell immediately that he made the right call. A bit of teacher-student play is exactly what the mediwitch ordered, exactly what one Hermione Granger wants to happen. And sure, it’s supposed to be his birthday celebration… but Harry can be magnanimous, especially where one of his best friends is concerned.

Continuing to casually but firmly grope her chest, Harry quirks an eyebrow even as he also quirks up the corner of his mouth, getting a little more into character.

“I do hope you’re not expecting special treatment in class from any of this, Ms. Granger.”

Hermione’s eyes widen briefly, but she understands well enough that he’s teasing her. Still, she squirms a little in his grasp, pouting mightily as she shakes her head in denial.

“O-Of course not, Professor! I would n-never dream of it!”

Humming, Harry nods his head in agreement.

“No, you’re right. You’re a good student, Ms. Granger. You don’t need special treatment to excel. You’re a very good girl.”

A soft little moan leaves Hermione’s mouth at that, and Harry’s smile becomes a full blown grin. Oh yeah, he’s hitting all of her buttons right now. Still, he pulls his hand back after a moment without having unwrapped his present, leaving Hermione to furrow her brow in confusion.

“I find myself not quite ready yet to unwrap my present, Ms. Granger. Why don’t you conjure yourself a cushion and get down on your knees.”

As her eyes brighten with understanding, she hurries to obey, her wand flashing down at the space between them to create a cushion, which she then kneels on primly, hands atop her legs as she looks up at him. Harry steps forward, so that his crotch is mere inches from her face, and gives her a wide smile that Hermione correctly interprets.

Blushing profusely at this point, the beautiful brunette bookworm nevertheless reaches up and unbuttons and unzips his trousers, pulling them down, and then pulling his boxers down a moment later. Harry’s breath hitches as Hermione releases his cock from its confines, his member already rock hard from the birthday surprise that was the gorgeous witch all tied up in a big red bow.

As such, his member springs out of his boxers and nearly smacks Hermione in the face, causing her to jolt backwards to avoid getting hit. But just as fast as she moves back, she’s moving in again, her hands hesitant but nevertheless determined as they take ahold of his cock and she stares at it, panting softly.

“You’re… y-you’re very big, Professor.”

Harry grins and cocks an eyebrow up at that.

“Are you worried you won’t be able to handle it, Ms. Granger? It’s perfectly fine if you can’t… it’s important for us to recognize our limitations.”

He knows exactly what he’s doing, mentioning limitations to the smartest witch of his generation. Hermione Granger, the girl who got permission to use fucking TIME TRAVEL in their third year so she could take more classes, wasn’t someone who would be willing to live by a word like ‘limitations’. As such, Harry isn’t remotely surprised when her resolve firms up and she grips a little harder at his cock with her smooth, creamy palms.

“N-No! I can handle it, P-Professor. If that bitch Greengrass c-can do it, so can I…”

“Hm, that’s the spirit Ms. Granger. Though admittedly, Ms. Greengrass had it in her mouth by this point…”

Look, Harry is still a young man with an incredibly healthy libido. As hot as Hermione looks right now, he’s still a guy, and a guy with needs at that. Hermione has left him in some kind of way with this surprise, and he’s ready for more action then a little bit of handjob play. So yeah, since she brought her up first, he uses Daphne as a bit of a weapon, blunt force though it might be… and it works.

At the thought of her rival doing better than her, Hermione quickly dives down his cock. The gorgeous brunette witch opens her mouth as wide as she can and guides his impressively large schlong right past her lips. Harry is expecting an inexperienced blowjob, but to his mild surprise… Hermione is very good. There’s something a little mechanical to her oral skills, but she’s very good at keeping her teeth away, and the entire experience is incredibly pleasure. There’s none of the first time jitters he’s expecting, and Harry comments before he can stop himself.

“Fuck, that’s good…”

Hermione’s eyes flicker up to meet his at the note of disbelief in his voice and Harry furrows his brow down at her, trying not to break character, but also curious beyond belief. Blushing a bit brighter, Hermione pulls off of his cock with a pop and licks her lips nervously before answering the obvious question on his mind.

“I-I practiced a l-lot sir… for you…”

Blinking, Harry can’t help but repeat her own words back to her. Or rather, one of her words.

“Practiced?”

Hermione looks as red as a tomato by this point, and he’s sensing some serious embarrassment here. Finally, she ducks her head and explains.

“W-When we were on the run… you thought I didn’t notice, but I did. Um, whenever you had to… relieve your stress at night, I h-heard you. And… more than once, I might have snuck a peak while you were showering. SoImadeanexactmagicalreplicaofyourpenisfrommemoryandpracticedoralsexonit!”

Wait, run that by him again? Reaching out, Harry places a hand atop Hermione’s head, stopping her from diving back down his cock and escaping this conversation.

“Repeat that. Slower.”

Whimpering, Hermione glances between his dick and him for a moment, before her shoulders slump in defeat.

“… I made an exact magical replica of your penis from memory… and p-practiced oral sex on it, sir.”

Oh. That was what she meant by practiced. Harry is a bit dumbfounded, but as the seconds drag on, he realizes he’s not quite as surprised as he should be. That… it sounded exactly like something Hermione would do. Not only had he clearly not been as quiet and subtle as he’d thought back during their days on the run, Hermione had apparently been on the lookout for it… because his best friend clearly had a crush on him a mile long.

And of course, someone like Hermione Granger wouldn’t go into anything without proper preparation. So yeah, it made sense that she’d made some sort of magical dildo resembling what she’d seen of his dick and then… used it to plan out how she was going to knock his socks off with oral. Wow. That was…

“H-Harry?”

Blinking, Harry realizes Hermione is still kneeling in front of him as he got lost in his own little world for a moment. She looks distraught, almost on the verge of tears, and he realizes she’s waiting for his reaction and taking his silence and blank stare off into the distance as something more negative then it actually is.

With a grin, Harry gathers Hermione’s hair up into a makeshift ponytail and smiles down at her encouragingly.

“I don’t think I told you to stop, Ms. Granger. Put my dick back in your mouth… there’s a good girl.”

As Hermione attacks his cock with a voraciousness that somewhat takes him aback, Harry lets out a contented sigh, his grip on the makeshift ponytail not too tight and not too controlling. In the end, Hermione is her greatest taskmaster and always has been. In the wake of being forced to reveal such an embarrassing secret and finding out he wants to continue having sex with her anyways, she goes all out sucking his cock, even deep-throating it a little bit, though she pulls back as she gags and gurgles.

Obviously, deep-throating isn’t something that his brunette best friend has had much practice with. But that’s okay, in Harry’s estimation. She doesn’t need to be an expert at all things sex just yet. She’s already sexy as fuck as it is, in his humble opinion.

It’s not long before her mouth and hands on his cock have Harry nearing the edge. With a low groan, he throws his head back, barely remembering to stay ‘in character’ as he speaks.

“F-Fuck Ms. Granger… I’m getting close.”

Pulling off his cock with a pop for just a moment, Hermione makes a point of fluttering her lashes and smiling at him coyly.

“Please, Professor. Allow me to swallow your seed. It’s the least this naughty mouth of mine could do after I disrupted your class all those weeks ago.”

… That might just be the hottest thing Hermione has ever said to him. As she dives back down his cock, it’s not much longer before Harry tips over the edge and starts to cum. Hermione catches his seed in her mouth, and collects it there, her cheeks slowly ballooning out until eventually she’s forced to swallow down a gulp of it lest it explode out of the sides of her mouths.

She drinks down quite a bit of his jizz before he’s finally done, but eventually it’s over and Harry releases her hair as Hermione pulls back. Sitting back on her heels and placing her hands atop her legs once more, Hermione tilts her head back and opens her mouth, letting her cum-coated tongue loll out to show the last couple of spurts of his seed still in her mouth. Harry smiles his approval and gives a nod, which Hermione takes as permission to swallow.

Then, she thrusts her chest out, biting her lower lip and staring at him with what can only be described as bedroom eyes as she wiggles there on the cushion before him.

“Are you ready to unwrap your present now, Professor? Your present is more than ready herself~”

Chuckling, Harry nods and reaches down, fingering one end of the big red bow that she’s tied around herself. It feels quite good, to be… unwrapping her, so to speak. Perhaps that’s why he’s having a hard time actually doing it though. It feels like such a momentous occasion. He’s put off the actual unwrapping, because then it’s all very, very real. He’s actually going to have sex with his best friend, even if it’s under the guise of teacher-student play.

Letting out a shuddering breath, Harry finally bites the bullet and begins to tug on the bow’s end. Hermione’s breath hitches as the silken-like cloth of the big red wrapping bow slowly comes undone, the fabric pulling across her breasts and more importantly her nipples, which are absolutely rock hard when they’re finally unveiled to him.

He pulls until the bow comes completely away, exposing Hermione in all of her naked beauty, with the Gryffindor-themed stockings being the last thing that the brunette bookworm is wearing. Blushing as he steps back with the length of red silk in his hands, Hermione slowly rises to her feet, not covering herself up in the slightest, her hands resting at her sides as she lets Harry just… gaze upon her in awe and appreciation.

Of course, she doesn’t let him do so forever. After a bit of gawking, Hermione starts to squirm and eventually clears her throat.

“A-Ah… um… P-Professor? How… how do you want me?”

How does he want her? He wants her every possible way he can have her. He wants her on every surface in this room. He wants her in every position he can think of, and some that she might know but he doesn’t. Fuck, he just fucking wants her. And he gets her too. She’s offering herself to him freely.

It’s a heady thought… but before anything else, Harry knows what he wants most of all. Letting the ribbon drop to his feet, he surges forward and before Hermione knows it, grabs her and picks her up bodily in his arms, lifting her and walking her towards the wall. She squeals in surprise and then delight when he buries his face in her tits for a moment and just rubs back and forth.

Then, they reach the wall and Harry slides down to his knees while continuing to lift Hermione up. The end result is that her legs are draped over his shoulders and her back is against the wall as he kneels there, now the one with his face in front of HER crotch instead of the other way around. Hermione’s eyes go wide and her complexion goes bright crimson again when she realizes what he’s about to do, but she doesn’t try to protest or anything, so Harry just grins up at her… and then dives in.

A wanton moan subsequently fills the room as Harry sticks his tongue inside of his best friend and begins to eat her out. He’s not nearly as good at this as she was at oral… but he’s not above cheating. His tongue elongates a bit as he begins tracing the letters of the Alphabet, an old trick he’d heard once, though from where, he knew not.

Hermione’s gasps and moaning mewls increase in intensity as her hand comes down atop his head, gripping tightly at his messy black hair. Her other hand goes up on the wall behind her as she arches her back and squeals, shuddering in his grasp.

“P-Professor!!!”

Chuckling, Harry keeps on going, he keeps on working. His tongue… his tongue makes short work of ‘Ms. Granger’, that’s for sure. He drives her absolutely wild, and boy if that isn’t gratifying. In the end, Harry’s goal is to return the favor, to reciprocate for her impressive oral effort… and so he does, working his magically elongated tongue away at Hermione’s insides until she finally lets out a singularly impressive squeal and orgasms, her hips bucking and her pussy juices pooling into his mouth.

He holds her steady as she climaxes for him, and only as she’s coming down from that release does Harry extract his tongue from within her and pull away, slowly letting her down again, her legs wobbly as her feet struggle to find their footing and she has to lean back against the wall for support. Eyes twinkling as he stands up, Harry cocks his head to the side, liking how Hermione looks even more disheveled and freshly sexed then before now.

… He’s ready now, he decides. Ready to ‘have her’, as she’d previously put it. Of course, the question of HOW to fuck her was still in the air, wasn’t it? So many positions to choose from… how was he ever going to pick just one?

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A/N: Alright, so admittedly the vote on this chapter is a bit of a joke. Rather than rushing the actual sex, I figured I'd give it a whole other chapter. But these ARE story polls so I have to give options. Hence the options on this chapter. Hopefully people appreciate my sense of humor :x

Of course, maybe 'as many as humanly possible' WON'T win. That'd show me lmao.