Professor Potter Ch. 24 (Harry Potter AU) (Patreon)

A/N: Emma is pretty hawt, tbf.

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Call it what you will. When Zatanna came to him asking for his help, Harry hadn’t taken advantage of her, viewing her as a woman desperate and willing to do anything. In comparison, Emma Frost didn’t feel desperate. Maybe she was just better at hiding it than Zatanna was. Or maybe she was every bit the schemer that she came across as.

Either way, seeing this cool, haughty blonde practically offering herself to him on a silver platter… there’s no denying it makes Harry’s cock twitch. Perhaps it would be better to reject her out of hand. Or, if he wasn’t willing to set her and Jean adrift, then perhaps it would be better to hear her out without letting Emma make it worth his while.

Perhaps that would put her on the back foot… or perhaps it would make her more standoffish, more unwilling to trust him with everything. In the end, maybe Harry is just a hypocrite… because he’s already made his choice, and he knows it.

“… Very well. Make it worth my while, and I’ll hear you out.”

Emma’s answering smirk and the twinkle in the blonde’s eye definitely makes it clear that the Astronomy Professor believes she’s gotten one over on him. Or at the very least, that she has him right where she wants him.

“But of course, Lord Potter-Black. Please… retake your seat.”

With a raised eyebrow, Harry does so, even as he cocks his head to the side.

“Laying it on a bit thick there, aren’t you?”

Letting out a soft laugh that’s at odds with the predatory nature that she presents as she rounds the table, Emma’s smirk ratchets up a notch and she hums consideringly.

“Apologies. Am I allowed to call you Harry, then?”

He looks at her, his wand still in hand as she closes in on him. When she notices it, she stiffens for a moment, but doesn’t look TOO put-out… so he figures she probably wasn’t trying to get his guard down so she could attack him. If he thought for even a moment she was out to try and obliviate him of this conversation, or worse, then Harry would… well, all bets would be off, that was for sure.

“You were calling me by my full name mere moments ago, while you were lecturing me. If I can call you Emma, you can call me Harry.”

An exchange of pleasantries, and a faux relaxation of etiquette. The two of them are not friends, and while first name basis would normally signify them moving in the direction of being friends, in this moment it’s mere pageantry. Emma inclines her head in both agreement with his words, and acknowledgment of that fact.

Still, there’s every possibility they could BECOME friends still. The white-clad blonde witch finally arrives before him, pulling his chair out from the table and turning him to face her. Harry doesn’t move, allowing her to do all the work, even as he keeps his wand trained on her.

To her credit, Emma Frost doesn’t let it bother her, even as she gracefully descends to her knees, seeming altogether serene, despite playing herself between his legs. Reaching forward slowly, to show she means no harm, Emma unbuckles his pants and unbuttons and unzips his trousers. His cock comes out a moment later, with the blonde pulling it free of his confines with barely any reaction at all. If she’s amazed OR disappointed by his size, she doesn’t show it.

Instead, she gives him a sultry, seductive smile, stroking his shaft to full mast with a few up and down motions… and then angles his cock downwards, sliding it into the cleavage of her sizable bust. Her breasts, still contained within her low-cut white dress, provide an ample bosom with which to entrap and stroke his cock. Her soft, pillowy tits feel quite good around his dick in fact, and Harry grunts, holding back a groan of enjoyment.

As she moves her tits up and down his cock, Emma licks her lips, and after a moment, looks up at him.

“I appreciate you giving me this chance to explain, Harry. May I begin?”

Well, she’s certainly making it worth his while at this point, heh. Seeing as she’d probably stop giving him a titjob if he refused her, Harry waves for her to get on with it with his free hand, not quite trusting himself to speak at the moment. Emma’s smile takes on a knowing look to it, and the blonde glances back down at his throbbing cock as it disappears down her top again and again, before finally speaking.

“As I said before, Jean and I… we’re natural Legilimens. There’s a community of us, over in America. We have a history of being persecuted for our trait, even though it’s out of control. Legilimency is viewed with distrust and distaste at the best of times, especially as the practice of teaching Occlumency to one’s children has fallen further and further out of practice.”

It seemed he was getting lectured one more. Admittedly, Harry couldn’t bring himself to mind all that much. It was a very pleasurable lecture, what with Emma’s tits wrapped around his throbbing cock. Still, he does his best to focus on what she’s saying. At the very least, it seems to be important to her and her young charge.

Though, somehow, Harry doesn’t get the impression that Emma and Jean’s relationship is anything like Zatanna’s and Raven. The adoptive sisters are quite close to each other, and while Emma seems fond of Jean, they didn’t seem nearly as bonded.

“As such, our community came together to protect ourselves from those who would do us harm. The MACUSA hadn’t quite turned against us yet… but there were murmurings. It was decided that it would be better for us to be holding the reins, rather than letting the lunatics run the asylum, so to speak.”

Was she trying to lull him to sleep here with her meandering? Frowning, Harry waves his free hand impatiently.

“Politics. Right. Get on with it. You mentioned a Dark Lord.”

Emma’s eyes flicker up to his, icy for a moment before she smirks once more.

“But of course. I should have known that was what you’d focus on.”

Despite her feigned amusement, Emma’s expression shutters for a moment, and she lets out a low breath before continuing onward, her hands still pushing her tits up and down his length.

“His name is Sebastian Shaw. He is the Black King of the Hellfire Club.”

Harry blinks slowly at that, and for a long moment wracks his brain before having to grudgingly admit the truth.

“Never heard of it.”

“Heh, no, I don’t suppose you would have. The British Wizarding World surely believes the rest of the world revolves around them. Funnily enough, the Hellfire Club actually started life here in the British Isles, back in the eighteen century. However, they were eventually chased out by their political rivals, and forced to reorganize and set down roots in America. The Hellfire Club I speak of today is completely disconnected from Magical British Interests… so of course, you would have no idea of its existence.”

It feels like Emma’s talking down to him, but it’s a little hard to be mad about that when she’s in fact on her knees, stuffing his cock down the front of her dress between her absolutely stellar breasts. Letting out a low sigh, Harry frowns.

“… What does this Sebastian Shaw want?”

Emma pauses for a moment, as if in consideration. Then, much to Harry’s surprise, she pulls back, letting his cock pop free of her cleavage. It springs up and very nearly smacks Emma in the face, but she manages to avoid it. The sudden movement makes him grip tighter at his wand, but rather than attack, Emma… pulls down the front of her dress entirely.

Her beautiful, pale breasts come positively flowing out of her top, springing free and bouncing all over the place, before she reaches up and gives them a good, solid grab, squeezing at her own tits and hissing for a moment before leaning forward again. This time around, she wraps her chest around him with his cock pointed up, leaving his dick pushing out of the top of her cleavage, and his balls pressing against the underside of her chest, right up against her heart.

“He wants what all greedy, self-serving men want deep down inside. Power, in every possible form that he can get his hands on it.”

As she gives him a frankly expert titjob that feels more like the work of a whore than a Hogwarts Professor, Harry looks down at her, unimpressed with the pointed glance she’s also giving him. If she’s hoping to make him feel guilty for accepting her offer of incentive in order to hear her out… it’s not happening. For starters, she’s the one who brought it up. And secondly, she and her charge had assaulted him first. He wasn’t going to let her guilt trip him now.

Perhaps sensing this, Emma ducks her head as if to concede the point and continues on, demurring as she explains further while continuing to pleasure him with her chest.

“Shaw and I joined the Hellfire Club at the same time. We took it over together as well, when we found out that the leader of the time was planning to help pass legislation through MACUSA that would have put hefty restrictions on natural Legilimens. We put a stop to that, protecting our people.”

Here, Emma’s lips thin out and she looks up at Harry with a glare, as if daring him to try and disagree with her next words.

“I will do anything to protect me and mine, Lord Potter-Black. I want to make that absolutely clear.”

Clenching his jaw, Harry nods, accepting that much to be true, at least. Certainly, Emma was doing quite a bit at the moment to try and plead hers and Jean’s case.

“As the Black King, Shaw’s influence is second to none. He can do whatever the fuck he wants, and the legitimate magical government in the States won’t do anything to stop him. Rather, they’re more likely to help him. They DID help him, when word of Jean’s talent got to the authorities.”

At this, Emma glances over to the still stunned red-head, her gaze actually softening as she glances at Jean over the lip of the table.

“… Her parents did a good enough job of keeping Jean’s nature under wraps for a long time. They taught her to hide it. Not that she was a natural Legilimens, because that was to be expected when both of her parents were natural Legilimens as well. But her ability to bypass all Occlumency shields…”

Emma trails off for a moment, before looking back to Harry, something disgusted crossing her face.

“When they heard that Sebastian and I had taken over the Hellfire Club and made it a haven for our kind, they thought they’d found salvation for Jean. They brought her to us willingly. And in return, Shaw had them both killed, so we could take custody of the girl ourselves.”

Growing agitated, Emma begins to shift her breasts up and down his cock a bit more aggressively. The friction is pleasurable enough though, and her sizable bust makes for a great love tunnel even as she paints quite the grim picture.

“Let me assure you… I have raised that girl as my own. But when I found out what Shaw did to her parents, and more than that, what he intended to do with her, if she remained in his clutches… I knew I could no longer abide, that we had to leave.”

Harry slowly nods.

“And so you came here.”

Emma’s smile isn’t quite a smirk anymore, but something twisted as she sighs.

“Yes. You’re getting close, aren’t you?”

Seeing no reason to lie to her, he nods again.

“I am.”

“Then please, cover me in your cum, and let there be no further conflict between us. I promise, I will not attempt to attack you. I will not let Jean attempt to attack you. Allow me to make up for our poor first impression by being a canvas upon which you paint your seed.”

Well now, she certainly had a way with words, didn’t she? As Emma speaks, she also continues to move, sliding her tits up and down his cock all the faster. But the icing on the cake, and what truly tips him over the edge, is when she leans forward and punctuates her statement by wrapping those beautiful lips of hers around his tip and swirling her tongue around the head of his cock.

Grunting, Harry cums a moment later, and true to her word, Emma leans back. The Astronomy Professor pulls back just enough to let him cum all over her face and tits, not so much as flinching as he coats her from brow to chest in his white, hot seed.

Once he’s done, Emma finally pulls back entirely, letting her breasts finally drop away from his cock as she rocks back on her knees. For a moment, she hesitates… then, stoic and as composed as ever, she slowly pulls up her dress over her tits, even soaked in his cum as they are. Then, she rises, still wearing his seed across her face.

It’s obvious that she intends to continue to wear it for as long as they interact, as a sign of her penance. But Harry isn’t the sort of man who needs that sort of revenge, truth be told. He’s not the sort to seek Power in all its many forms, as she’d said before.

“You can clean yourself up.”

His words catch her by surprise on her way back to her seat. She looks at him for a long moment, before cautiously reaching for her wand and cleaning herself off with a quick charm. Only then does she retake her chair, sitting poised on the edge of it, her legs crossed over one another. Her eyes glance to Jean, and it’s obvious she wants to wake the girl up.

“… Shall we continue our conversation, Harry? And if it pleases you, could we bring Jean into matters? Her perspective is quite valuable, to the rest of my tale.”

Harry frowns, as he looks at the red head. Jean Grey is cute, and unassuming, and altogether has never seemed particularly evil to him. But even still…

“She would be able to read my mind.”

“Yes. Mine as well. Only surface level thoughts, mind you. Occlumency doesn’t work against her as a barrier, but rather like a maze. If she reaches deep enough, you’ll know, I assure you. But otherwise… yes. She’ll hear what you’re thinking in the immediate, even if she won’t be able to plumb every last secret from your skull.”

Emma pauses, and then sends a sharp look in Jean’s direction.

“She is also supposed to be working on her self-control at the moment. She can choose NOT to read the thoughts of every person around her, if she works at it. I would appreciate it if you gave her another opportunity to practice in an environment with… natural consequences to her failure.”

It’s a lot to ask. Harry definitely doesn’t like the idea of having anyone in his head. He can keep Emma out, but not Jean. However, he can tell when Jean is in his head, so based on that, Emma’s request might make sense. Part of him wants to reject the idea out of hand. Part of him wants to hear more. Probably his Saving People thing, admittedly.

Still… to leave her unconscious, or wake her up…