The Tutor 2 (Patreon)

AU: I've received requests to add more chapters to 'the tutor', so here is another. NOTE: If you don't like foot-fetish content, this isn't for you.

Harry Potter x Penelope Clearwater (The Tutor 2)

Harry was frustrated after weeks of tutoring sessions with Penny. He started calling her that now after their intimate endings to their sessions. Penny is brilliant, and he is very grateful she is helping him with potions. Even after all their work, Snape still grades Harry abysmally.

He was growing increasingly weary and disheartened by the constant belittling, harassment, and disparaging remarks that Snape directed towards his father. The relentless onslaught of negativity from Snape left him feeling drained and frustrated. Each instance of Snape's hurtful words only served to deepen the sense of injustice and resentment brewing within him, fueling a desire to stand up for his family in the face of unwarranted attacks.

Penny's rewarding system only worked for so long and right now it was at it's boiling point. Harry knew he needed to find a way to cope with Snape's behavior and the emotional toll it was taking on him.

Standing outside Penny's room, Harry knocked on the door and waited. As Penny opened it, she immediately sensed Harry's distress. Without a word, she ushered him inside and sat him down on the comfortable armchair in her cozy study. The room was filled with shelves of potion ingredients and books, creating a warm atmosphere. Penny poured Harry a cup of calming chamomile tea before sitting across from him, her kind eyes full of concern.

"It's not working Penny." harry said. "Snape keeps grinding me down with his relentless criticism. I don't know how much longer I can take it." Penny listened attentively, her expression sympathetic as she reached out to pat Harry's hand reassuringly.

"Do you know why he acts like this?" Penny's question hung in the air, making Harry reflect on Snape's behavior. He met the man in his first year and from the start, Snape acted like a complete idiot towards him, without any reason as to way.

Harry's mind raced as he tried to make sense of Snape's behavior. He recounted the numerous occasions where Snape had unfairly targeted him in class, making snide remarks and assigning impossible tasks. Despite his best efforts, Harry struggled to understand what could be motivating Snape's relentless hostility towards him. Penny sat quietly, her presence a comforting anchor in the storm of Harry's emotions.

"I don't know," Harry said, his voice tinged with exhaustion as he recounted the events of the day. "During the first class, he bombarded me with questions that I couldn't even begin to answer. And then, to top it off, he insulted me by saying 'fame clearly isn't everything.'..." Harry's frustration was palpable now, his tone shifting to one of anger. "Does he even realize the sacrifices I've made for this so-called fame that I never sought in the first place? The things I've lost along the way..."

"Let's take a break from studying tonight." Penny declared. "You need some time to relax and clear your mind. How about we work on a potion together? It might help you unwind."

"What potion?" Harry asked, intrigued by the idea of a new activity. Penny smiled and stood up, walking to a shelf filled with vials and jars. Her hips swayed alluringly. Harry's eyes followed her hips like a magnet, momentarily distracted from his troubles by Penny's graceful movements. She picked up a small vial filled with shimmering liquid and turned back to Harry with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Just something i think you will enjoy if you make it right that is" Penny's voice trailed off as she set the vial on the table in front of Harry. Intrigued, Harry leaned forward to examine the liquid inside. It sparkled like liquid silver, casting a mesmerizing glow in the dimly lit room. Penny began explaining the steps involved in creating the potion, her voice soothing and confident.

"What does it do when it's finished?" Harry found himself asking, his curiosity piqued by the mysterious potion.

Penny's smile widened. "patiences" she said.

As the potion simmered on the heat, filling the room with a faint, sweet aroma, Harry and Penny settled onto the plush couch. The crackling fire in the hearth cast dancing shadows across their faces as they relaxed into the comfortable silence of camaraderie.

"It's almost done," Penny whispered, her eyes fixed on the potion bubbling in the cauldron. The liquid inside had an almost transparent look to it. "Grab the cauldron and bring it over to the couch," Penny commanded. Harry carefully lifted the cauldron off the heat and carried it over to the couch, setting it down on a small table. The potion shimmered in the dim light, its effects still unknown to Harry.

"Time to show you what this potion can do," Penny said with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. As she settled comfortably on the couch, Penny's lips curled into a playful smile as she slowly began to untie her shoes and slip off her socks, all the while maintaining eye contact with Harry. The room seemed to buzz with anticipation as Harry nervously swallowed, his heart pounding in his chest at the unexpected turn of events.

Penny's movements were deliberate and tantalizing, each action drawing Harry further into her spell. With an air of confidence, she playfully removed her pantyhose next, revealing more of her bare skin to Harry's eager gaze. As she lifted one leg then the other, exposing the delicate arches of her feet and wiggling toes through sheer fabric, a sense of electricity crackled between them.

Harry was captivated by Penny's boldness and couldn't look away from the mesmerizing sight before him. The tension in the room thickened as he waited in suspense for what would come next from this enchanting display orchestrated by Penny. Putting her feet back down, she not accidentally rubbed her foot over Harry's hand, teasing him.

The touch of Penny's foot on Harry's hand sent a jolt of excitement through him, causing his breath to catch in his throat. His skin tingled at the unexpected contact, and he felt a rush of heat spread through his body.

"Put your hand in the cauldron." Harry hesitated, unsure of what Penny meant. As he looked into her eyes, he saw mischief and curiosity. With a mix of apprehension and intrigue, Harry slowly extended his hand towards the cauldron. "Now take some out and put it on my feet."

Harry's hand trembled slightly as he dipped it into the cauldron, feeling the warmth of the potion against his skin. Carefully, he scooped out a small portion and hesitantly applied it to Penny's feet. "W-what is this?" Harry asked

"Rub my feet," Penny laughed, filling the room with a melodic sound that danced around Harry like a spell. "It's massage oil," she whispered, her eyes sparkling with an otherworldly light.

Harry looked dumbfounded. Penny had made it seem like a special elixir, but it's just simple massage oil. Harry couldn't help but chuckle at the playful trick Penny had pulled on him. As he began to massage her feet, he felt a sense of relaxation wash over him, the tension from earlier melting away with each gentle touch. Penny's eyes fluttered closed in contentment, a soft smile playing on her lips as Harry worked his magic.

Harry's fingers worked their way into Penny's soles, expertly kneading the tension away with each precise movement. As Harry continued to massage Penny's feet, he couldn't help but notice the intricate details of her delicate arches and perfectly painted toenails. The room was filled with a soothing aroma from the massage oil, adding to the serene atmosphere that enveloped them. Penny let out a soft sigh of pleasure, her body relaxing under Harry's skilled touch.

The massage oil gave Penny's feet even more deepth and a nice shine to it from the reflecting light. Her beautiful soles glistened under the soft glow of the room, accentuating every curve and line. Harry couldn't help but admire the way Penny's feet seemed to radiate a sense of elegance and grace, even in such a simple moment. Her black toenail polish contrasted beautifully against the smooth skin of her feet, adding a touch of sophistication to her overall appearance. As Harry continued to massage Penny's feet, he marveled at how such a simple act could create such intimacy between them.

"God, you're amazing at that." Harry's heart swelled with pride at Penny's words, a warm feeling spreading through him at the appreciation in her voice. "It's almost like you have magic in your hands," Penny murmured, her eyes still closed in bliss. Harry couldn't help but smile at the compliment.

"I'm glad at least one person in this castle likes my work when I hand it in," Harry playfully replied.

"If only the girls in this castle knew what a skilled masseuse you are," Penny teased, her eyes twinkling mischievously as she opened them to meet Harry's gaze. "They would be lining up at your door for a foot rub." Penny's laughter filled the room, a melodic sound that warmed Harry's heart.

"Can't say I wouldn't mind that," Harry chuckled at Penny's playful remark.

Penny said, "Looks like you wouldn't mind that at all." Harry's cheeks flushed at Penny's bold statement as her eyes focused on his hardening bulge. A mixture of surprise and desire flickered in his eyes. He cleared his throat to regain composure, shifting slightly on the couch beside Penny's feet.

"Open your pants," Penny commanded. Harry hesitated briefly, his heart racing at Penny's words. As he unbuttoned his pants, a rush of anticipation coursed through him, mixed with a hint of nervousness. Penny watched him intently, her gaze unwavering as she waited for him to obey her command. "Beautiful, just like last time," Penny remarked as Harry dropped his boxers and pants to the floor.

"Get back on the couch and enjoy," Penny said. Harry sat down, and Penny quickly spread his legs with her feet to fully expose his cock to her touch. Harry felt excitement mixed with vulnerability as Penny's toes traced patterns along him. Her movements sent shivers down his spine, igniting a fire within him that he couldn't ignore. The room was filled with tension, the air heavy with anticipation and desire.

Penny quickly shifted her position, moving closer to Harry as she continued to explore his body with her feet. Harry's breath hitched at the sensation, his skin tingling under Penny's touch. Stroking his length with the inside of her feet, Penny's actions sent waves of pleasure through Harry's body. He closed his eyes, losing himself in the sensation as he focused on the rhythmic movements against his skin. Each touch was like a caress, igniting a primal need within him that he couldn't deny.

Penny gained a mischievous smile as she watched Harry react to her touch. "How does it feel?" she asked, her voice clearly giving away the intense satisfaction she derived from Harry's response.

"You know how much I like this." Harry groaned

Penny's smile widened at Harry's response, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "I do indeed," she purred, her voice low and seductive.

Penny skillfully moved her feet to continue their dance along Harry's throbbing length, each stroke deepening his blissful surrender. The room faded away, leaving only the two in a world of desire and pleasure. Harry's breathing grew heavier with each touch, his body eagerly responding to Penny's expert care.

Penny expertly used her arches to apply just the right amount of pressure, eliciting soft moans from Harry. "Would it help if our arrangement would grant you better rewards?" Penny asked while her toes curled around Harry's shaft, teasing him with their delicate touch. Harry's breath caught in his throat at the suggestion, his mind clouded with a mix of desire and anticipation.

"What did you have in mind?" Harry replied, failing to hide the eagerness in his voice.

Penny's smile widened at Harry's question, "Well our previous arrangement has brought us both immense pleasure, hasn't it? I was thinking we could explore new territories together, push our boundaries a little further," Penny suggested, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

Harry nodded, unable to trust his voice to respond. Penny pushed his cock against his abs with her feet slowly stroking the sensitive skin, building up a delicious tension between them. Harry's body tensed with anticipation, his mind racing with the possibilities of what Penny had in store for them.

Penny said, "Tonight, I want you to come on my feet." They had done this before, but it still excited Harry, who would gladly do it. "Tomorrow morning before our first classes, we'll meet quickly. You will come on my feet again. This time I won't clean up when I put my shoes back on for class." Penny explained, this got Harry's attention as he struggled to hold back his orgasm.

"My first class tomorrow is potions," she said.

"Just think, all the girls will smell your scent on my feet without knowing," Harry's mind raced with excitement and nervousness at Penny's bold suggestion. The thrill of the forbidden act sent a shiver down his spine, imagining the risk and arousal that would come with carrying out Penny's plan.

"Maybe someone will ask me about the scent, and I'll just have to smile and keep your secret," Penny said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Harry couldn't resist any longer; he grabbed her feet, pushed them together, and aimed his cock at her toes. With a low growl, Harry released his pent-up desire onto Penny's waiting feet, feeling a rush of ecstasy as he fulfilled her request. Penny watched with satisfaction as the evidence of their intimate moment decorated her skin—a secret shared between them.

"That was an exciting experience," Penny whispered, her voice satisfied. Harry's heart raced as he watched the evidence of their intimacy glisten on Penny's feet. "Did you like that?" Harry nodded. As he caught his breath, Penny leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear. "I want you to try your best and ignore Snape; if you do, I'll do even more than give you a footjob like this." Penny paused, letting her words hang in the air as Harry processed the promise of future adventures.

"Like what?" Harry asked. Penny smiled and kissed him full on the mouth, her tongue entering his mouth with a hunger that matched Harry's own.

She pulled back slightly, her eyes gleaming mischievously as she whispered, "You'll just have to wait and see, but it does involve my tongue and a lot more of your favorite things." Penny winked at Harry, leaving him both excited and curious about what she had in store for him. "Now get dressed and I'll see you tomorrow before class."

The Next Morning.

Penelope, a diligent and punctual student, settled into her designated seat in the potions classroom with a sense of calm. Her early arrival allowed her a few moments to collect her thoughts and prepare for the lesson ahead. As she organized her materials on the desk, memories from earlier that morning flooded back to her.

In the corridors before class, Penelope had encountered Harry waiting for her with a warm smile. Their interaction was brief yet pleasant, leaving Harry visibly content as they parted ways. Harry had left a nice load on her feet – one that she knowingly stepped with while making her way to class.

As she sat at her desk in potions, a faint aroma caught Penelope by surprise. It didn't take long for her to realize it was the lingering scent from Harry's earlier presence near her. Blushing slightly at this unexpected reminder of their encounter, Penelope discreetly tried to mask any signs of embarrassment before their classmates started filling the room.

As she waited she was soon joined by her friend Eleanor Birchgrove, a Gryffindor known for her boldness and quick wit, who greeted Penelope with a warm smile as she settled into the seat beside her. The two friends exchanged brief pleasantries before turning their attention to the front of the classroom where Professor Snape was beginning to set up for the day's lesson.

"Do you smell that?" Eleanor asked Penelope. Penny tried to play along like she didn't know what the smell was, while fully aware of the smell Eleanor was referring to.

Penelope chuckled softly, trying to maintain her composure as she responded to Eleanor's question. "Oh, that? I think someone might have spilled a potion earlier," she replied casually, hoping to divert Eleanor's attention away from the real source of the scent. Despite her efforts, Penelope couldn't help but feel a mixture of amusement and embarrassment at the situation.

Rose Runeclaw and Molly Fletching, who were behind them, also started whispering about a certain smell nearby. Eleanor turned to the girls behind them asking them about the smell.

The girls whispered back, confirming they had noticed the unusual scent in the air. Penelope worked on her potion while trying to hold back laughter. If only they knew what the smell was, she thought as she felt Harry's cum on her soles. The quick move she just did made the smell even more apparent.

"It almost smells like, uhmm." Rose blushed.

"Like what?" Eleanor asked curiously.

"Uhm well you know, like cum." Rose finally said her bright red face, Penelope's cheeks flushed as she heard Rose's bold statement, feeling a mix of shock and amusement at the unexpected turn of events. Eleanor let out a surprised gasp, her eyes widening in disbelief at Rose's candid observation.

"What do you think Penny?" Eleanor asked her looking over

At Eleanor's question, Penelope felt her cheeks burn even brighter as she tried to come up with a response. She cleared her throat nervously before replying, "I-I'm not sure... Maybe it's just a really strong potion ingredient?" Her voice wavered slightly, hoping to steer the conversation away from the awkward topic. Despite her best efforts to remain composed, Penelope couldn't shake off the embarrassment that was now palpable in the air around them.

"How would you know what cum smells like any way?" Molly asked teasingly, Rose hicked her head, her face now matching the color of a ripe tomato. Penelope felt a wave of relief fell over her as Molly's question shifted the focus away from the topic. "Any boy you would like us to know about?" Molly asked, clearly enjoying teasing her friend.

Rose whimpered as she tried to excuse herself.

"Quiet down!" Snape barked.

Penelope's heart skipped a beat as Snape's sharp voice cut through the air, silencing the girls instantly. She could feel her cheeks burning with embarrassment at the unexpected turn of events. Snape's presence always had a way of commanding attention and putting everyone on edge.

Penelope quickly left the classroom, feeling a mix of excitement from her daring move and embarrassment from the earlier conversation. As she walked through the corridors, she couldn't help but replay the events in her mind.

Entering the great hall, Penelope noticed Harry sitting next to Hermione and Ginny. Their eyes met, and Harry smiled at her. She returned his smile and gave him a wink. Penelope joined her friends at the Ravenclaw table, grateful that the food around them covered the smell of Harry's cum on her feet during lunch.

As Penny met up with Harry at the end of the day, they found a quiet spot by the lake to talk. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm glow over the water. Penny couldn't help but feel a sense of calm wash over her as she sat down next to Harry, their conversation flowing easily between them.

"So did someone notice?" Harry asked.

As Harry's question hung in the air, Penny's heart skipped a beat. She hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond. After a brief pause, she mustered up the courage to meet his gaze and replied softly, "No, I don't think so. Luckily, everything seemed to go unnoticed." Harry smiled. "There was one close call during potions, but nobody suspected it was on my feet."

Harry blushed, "Eleanor, Rose and Molly three girls in the same year as me started whispering about smelling something strange, but I managed to divert their attention." Penny chuckled, relieved that her secret rendezvous with Harry had gone undetected. They continued talking by the lake, Penelope took of her flats and palced her feet into the lake.

"I was wondering when you were going to clean them." Harry said her with a little chuckle.

Penny laughed and splashed some water on her feet, enjoying the cool sensation. "I guess I got a bit distracted," she admitted with a grin. As they sat by the lake, the gentle lapping of the water against the shore provided a soothing background to their conversation.

Feeling her feet were clean enough, Penny took them out of the water. Before she could take her wand to dry them, Harry took them and placed them in his lap. Harry gently dried Penelope's feet with a spell, his touch sending a shiver down her spine. He started massaging her feet while they sat by the lake. Penelope closed her eyes, savoring Harry's gentle touch on her feet. The tension melted away as he expertly worked his fingers, kneading the muscles in her feet.

Penny glanced nervously around, her eyes darting back and forth as she spoke in a hushed tone to Harry. "We should probably head back before someone catches us like this, Harry," she suggested, concern evident in her voice.

Harry shrugged nonchalantly, but then considered Penny's words. "I suppose keeping our arrangement under wraps might be for the best," he conceded with a slight nod. Together, they turned on their heels and began retracing their steps towards the castle.

Walking side by side along the cobblestone path leading up to the grand staircase of the castle, Penny stole quick glances at Harry every now and then. She couldn't help but notice his easy smile that seemed to light up his face as he waved goodbye to her for the day upon reaching their destination.