The Next Step Chapter 4 (Patreon)

Chapter 4

After leaving class there was a notable silence during the departure. Only after the students left the classroom did many start gossiping about the whole ordeal between Harry and Professor Yaxley. Meanwhile Harry had a very appreciative Hermione hanging on his arm. During dinner many students noticed Professor Yaxley was absent and even more witches stared at Harry. Harry was yet again surrounded by the witches from Gryffindor, while Harry ate his dinner many questioned Hermione about what had exactly happened since some rumors were already getting out of hand.

Professor Yaxley entered the great hall surprisingly late and made her way over to the head table. On her way so made eye contact with Harry. “Mr Potter detention with me on Friday.” She said firmly before anyone could respond she walked to the table and sat down next to slughorn. Almost immediately Professor McGonagall approached Professor Yaxley about that little show and he could see them argue. Hermine looked at him with eyes of guilt.

“It’s fine.” Harry assured her. Hermione bit her lip a little in thought. “Eat.” Harry said grabbing a bite of his own food. Dinner went on as normal as could be expected.

After dinner.

Harry and Hermione, both well-acquainted with the abandoned classroom they often used for studying, made their way towards it. The familiarity of this space brought a sense of comfort to them as they entered. However, something seemed different this time. As Hermione closed the door behind them - an action she rarely took - a subtle tension filled the air.

With her back turned towards Harry, Hermione paused for a moment before taking a deep breath. Slowly turning around, she met his gaze with a sultry smile that sent shivers down his spine. It was clear that there was more on her mind than just studying.

Curiosity piqued, Harry couldn't help but playfully ask what subject they were going to delve into today. He pretended to be oblivious to the charged atmosphere surrounding them. Little did he know that Hermione had other plans in mind.

"We're not studying," Hermione stated firmly, her voice laced with determination and desire.

Caught off guard by her sudden declaration, Harry's attempt at further conversation was abruptly halted as Hermione gently placed her hand over his mouth.

"Stop talking," Hermione said, her eyes filled with lust and adoration. "It's only day two and you're already protecting me. I don't want to wait. I was worried it might come to this, but I'm happy it's you." She kissed his lips, adding kisses along Harry's cheek and jaw. Slowly, Hermione peeled off his black top and stepped back to smile at him. He looked good in his white blouse underneath. She then removed her own top, tie, and blouse.

Harry grinned as he looked at Hermione. Despite the annoyance of their school robes, he had to admit she looked cute in her uniform - if only the skirt were a little shorter sometimes. She filled out her bra nicely, if he said so himself.

Hermione walked back towards Harry, taking his tie in hand and pushing him down for a passionate kiss. While they kissed, she managed to remove his tie and drop it on the floor. With each button she unbuttoned from his blouse came an increasing moan from Harry as he explored her body with his hands trailing along her back and ass.

Cupping her ass firmly in his hands, feeling the softness and curves under his fingertips, sent a shiver of pleasure down Hermione's spine. The intensity of Harry's touch made her moan even more, a mixture of desire and anticipation coursing through her veins. As she looked up at him with a mischievous smile playing on her lips, she couldn't help but feel an electrifying connection between them.

With every button that was undone on Harry's blouse, Hermione felt the tension building within her. Each release brought them closer to an intimate moment they had both been yearning for. Finally, as the last button gave way under Hermione's eager fingers, she pulled back slightly to admire the sight before her.

Her eyes traced over his bare chest hungrily, appreciating every contour and muscle that adorned it. She couldn't help but let out a soft sigh of admiration as her hands trailed lightly across his skin. The warmth from their contact seemed to ignite a fire deep inside Hermione; one that could only be extinguished by exploring every inch of Harry's body.

A playful glint danced in Hermione's eyes as she met Harry's gaze once again. With confidence laced in each word she spoke, she whispered seductively,"The only thing I'll be studying tonight is your body."

Harry laughed at her words and said, "That was terrible." He pulled her in for a deep kiss as Hermione eagerly returned it. Slowly, while they kissed, she removed her skirt, revealing her panties and standing in knee socks. Releasing Harry's lips, she quickly took off his belt and dropped his pants to the floor. It was clear that both were excited about what was going to happen.

Hermione transfigured the only desk into a giant bed and pushed Harry back until he fell onto the mattress. She giggled and climbed on top of him, placing herself on his crotch while biting her lip teasingly and trailing her hands over his chest. Harry had one hand on one of her thighs, slowly circling around creating a sweet and tender feeling for Hermione.

"Are you sure?" Harry asked. Hermione met his gaze and nodded before starting to grind against his crotch as she moved back and forth. Harry's hands began to roam more around her body, touching and squeezing. He felt himself getting harder with each passing moment, certain that Hermione felt it too.

With a slight groan of desire, Harry couldn't resist the temptation any longer and firmly grasped Hermione's supple breast. The touch sent a shiver of pleasure down Hermione's spine, causing her to moan softly as she instinctively reached behind herself to remove her loose bra. As Harry felt the looseness of the fabric in his hands, he realized that he was unintentionally still holding onto it and quickly withdrew his hands, not wanting to ruin the moment with any discomfort.

A mischievous smile tugged at Harry's lips as he admired the sight before him - Hermione's bare breasts exposed to him in all their glory. However, amidst his admiration, he noticed a faint blush creeping up on Hermione's cheeks; a mix of vulnerability and excitement painted across her face.

"Perfect," Harry whispered breathlessly, unable to contain his satisfaction at this intimate connection they were sharing. His words caused Hermione's smile to widen even further as she leaned in closer towards him, closing the remaining distance between them for an eagerly anticipated kiss.

Harry quickly took hold of Hermione and turned them over so he was now on top, positioning himself to have a better view of her. With an eager anticipation, he slowly peeled off his boxers, revealing his straining erection. As Harry noticed Hermione's eyes fixed strictly on him, a surge of desire coursed through him.

Not wanting to waste any more time, Harry proceeded to remove Hermione's pants and socks with gentle care. Sensing the growing intensity between them, he decided to heighten their pleasure by laying one of her legs upon his shoulder. Slowly trailing kisses down towards her thighs, he relished in the softness of her skin against his lips.

Moving past her delicate area, Harry continued his journey upwards by planting tender kisses along Hermione's belly. Each kiss seemed to elicit a delightful reaction from Hermione as she giggled and playfully pushed her breasts together while he explored every inch of her body.

Feeling the waves of pleasure intensify within both of them, Hermione arched her back invitingly and offered up her neck for Harry's sweet lips to caress. Eagerly responding to this invitation, Harry trailed kisses along the curve of her neck until finally reaching those luscious lips that had captivated him from the start. Harry kissed her passionately.

Slowly, with a tantalizing pace, he trailed his rock hard length against her glistening wet lips. The anticipation was palpable in the air as he teasingly brushed against her entrance, causing her to let out a desperate plea. "Please, Harry," she begged him earnestly, unable to contain her desire any longer.

A mischievous smile played on his lips as their kiss deepened, indicating that he was more than willing to fulfill Hermione's fervent request. Slowly and deliberately, he pushed himself inside of her, savoring every moment of their intimate connection. With each gentle thrust forward, Hermione couldn't help but surrender herself completely to the waves of ecstasy coursing through her body.

As they moved together in perfect harmony and pleasure enveloped them both entirely, Hermione found herself smiling despite the tears welling up in her eyes. It was an overwhelming mix of emotions - raw passion mingled with vulnerability - that made this experience all the more profound for both of them.

Sensing a hint of apprehension within Hermione's tear-filled gaze after their intense encounter had subsided slightly, Harry mustered up the courage to ask if she regretted what had just transpired between them. His voice trembled ever so slightly as he voiced his concern.

"No, you idiot," Hermione said with a little giggle. "It's just so... I keep getting talked down to, and it's just a lot to take in." She took a deep breath, trying to push those thoughts aside. "Please keep going; I don't want to think about that now." Harry smiled at her and, with a fierce kiss, he slowly continued their intimate moment.

As time went on, Hermione seemed to have grown more comfortable with him. Now she yearned for him to pick up the pace. "Faster please," she whispered seductively as they moved together. Her words became bolder as she began talking dirty with him, igniting his desire even more. "Fuck me," she moaned passionately.

Harry eagerly obliged her request and intensified his thrusts inside of her. The room filled with the sounds of their pleasure as Hermione let out an ecstatic cry. Their connection grew stronger as they lost themselves in the intensity of their lovemaking.

While he was engaging in an intimate moment with Hermione, Harry couldn't help but contemplate sharing his little plan with her. As their bodies intertwined, he mustered the courage to speak up. "Hermione," he whispered softly, hoping she would hear him amidst the overwhelming sensations they were both experiencing. However, it seemed that Hermione was so lost in pleasure that she didn't register any of his words. With a gentle smile on his face, Harry decided to slow down his movements slightly, eliciting a moan of disappointment from Hermione.

Realizing that he needed her attention before proceeding further, Harry tried once again to capture her focus. "Did you hear what I just said?" His voice carried a hint of anticipation and eagerness as he awaited Hermione's response.

Startled by the sudden change in pace and caught off guard by Harry's question, Hermione managed to gather herself enough to stammer out a confused reply. "W-what? Why did you slow down?" Her voice trembled with curiosity and mild frustration as she sought an explanation for this unexpected interruption.

Unable to contain his amusement at her bewilderment, Harry chuckled softly before answering her query. The air between them crackled with tension and intrigue as they both wondered where this conversation might lead them next.

"I want you to join me in our mission to change this world for the better," Harry said, his voice slow and deliberate as he sought to persuade Hermione. With each passing moment, his intensity grew and then subsided, subtly pushing her further towards agreement. From his vantage point above her, he could sense her internal struggle. He knew that Hermione was desperate for release.

"Don't stop," Hermione whimpered, desperately attempting to bring herself closer to him.

Harry's playful tone belied the seriousness of his request as he added, "Only if you agree to join me." Caught between desire and hesitation, Hermione anxiously bit her lip. Unable to resist a mischievous smile playing on his lips, Harry increased the tempo of their movements ever so slightly.

"Argh," Hermione groaned. "Fine, I can't refuse that." Harry intensified his thrusts, fucking Hermione vigorously. "Keep going."

Harry maintained his pace. "Will you be my intelligent bookworm?" he asked.

"Yes," Hermione replied between moans.

"My naughty little bookworm?" he added.

"Yes, yours," Hermione responded.

"Say it," Harry demanded with a heavy voice.

"Your naughty little bookworm slut," Hermione moaned, her voice filled with desire. The intensity of their passion was overwhelming as they explored each other's bodies. Every touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through them.

"F-ck! Anything you want!" Hermione exclaimed, her words dripping with a mixture of lust and desperation. Harry could feel himself reaching the peak of ecstasy as well, his body consumed by the intoxicating sensations.

As he felt himself teetering on the edge of climax, Harry managed to regain some control over his senses. Withdrawing slightly from the brink of losing consciousness, Hermione skillfully held his throbbing member near her breast and gently stroked him to prolong their shared pleasure.

Finally succumbing to the overwhelming sensations that enveloped him, Harry ejaculated forcefully onto Hermione's breasts, leaving them glistening with his warm semen. Both panting heavily for breath, they locked eyes in a momentary pause before breaking into satisfied smiles.

Laying down beside her on the rumpled sheets, Harry planted a tender kiss on Hermione's flushed cheek while whispering softly in her ear. "Did you enjoy it?" His voice was filled with genuine concern and affection.

Hermione took a moment to catch her breath before responding huskily, "Yes, Harry. It was incredible." She turned to face him, her eyes filled with a mixture of contentment and longing. "I've never felt anything like that before." Harry kissed her again. Both falling asleep in the abandoned classroom.

Next morning.

“Harry wake up.” Hermione said, struggling with his arms around her.

“hmhmpf.” Harry said annoyedly. pulling Hermione closer against snuggeling his face in her neck. Hermione laughed a little trying to get him off of her.

“I set the alarm early so we can make it back while almost all the others are still asleep.” Hermione tried pushing him away.

Harry kissed her one more time before releasing her. Hermione quickly left the bed to pick up her clothes. While she did Harry simply watched her do enjoying watching her bending over every so often showing her delicious drerrie to him. “Are you staring at my bum?” she said. Harry looked up and noticed her looking at him with a baffled expression. Harry smiled and left the bed. “Don’t look so surprised, it's very nice to look at.” Harry said, grabbing a hold of Hermione by her bum. “Even better to touch.”

Hermione blushed. Both quickly changed and made their way to the Gryffindor dorms. After saying their goodbyes with a kiss on the lips they left to shower and change into fresh clothes.

During breakfast harry sat alone, he was very early and couldn’t wait in his dorm room. Sitting so early in the great hall was rather nice for a change; only a few students were eating this early. Slowly more students started to fill the benches. Professor Sinstra made her way from the head table approaching him.

“Mister Potter, headmistress Mcgonagall would like to see you after you finished your breakfast.” Harry nodded with a smile at the pretty Professor. “Make sure you’ll be on time for my class.” She gave a little stern glance but knew if Professor McGonagall wanted him for longer she easily could have.

“You know me Professor, I would never want to miss one of lectures.” Harry said smiling. Professor Sinstra nodded, not believing him for a second of course. Looking over he saw Hermione, Ginny, Katie and Alicia arrive. The girls were giggling around Hermione and smiling at Harry as they approached him. Harry smirked, noticing Hermione blush shyly as they sat down by him. Hermione for sure got questioned about her late night activities and couldn’t hide it from them.

Harry enjoyed his breakfast and left early to meet professor mcgonagall.

Entering the headmistress's office, he immediately noticed that it appeared to be empty. "Professor, you wante-" he asked loudly. Minerva McGonagall entered from the end of the room, and Harry's eyes widened at her appearance. She was wearing a dress that was more revealing than her usual attire. "wanted to see me?" he said, his voice becoming quieter with each word. Normally, Minerva looked older, but now she had used her magical power and skill in transfiguration to make herself appear around thirty years old. Her long brown curls cascaded down as she looked at him with a warm smile.

"I did, Mr. Potter," Minerva said, her voice filled with a hint of mischief as she gracefully took a seat on the edge of her desk, crossing her legs in an overly seductive manner. The dimly lit room seemed to amplify the tension between them, and Harry couldn't help but feel his heart race.

Leaning forward slightly, Minerva continued, "I wanted to talk a little more about the private room you requested." Her hand gestured elegantly towards the chair positioned in front of her desk, inviting him to take a seat. As Harry settled into the chair, he couldn't shake off the realization that this moment held greater significance than he had initially anticipated.

Deep down inside him, Harry knew that staking his claim over this formidable witch would not be an easy task. He could sense that Minerva was determined to make it clear she wouldn't be easily won over; this was undoubtedly going to be a challenge worth embracing.

"I'm not sure it would be right for you to have your own room, Mr. Potter. After what I heard during your Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Professor Yaxley made it very clear that you undermined her as a teacher at this school," Minerva said.

Harry continued to stare into Professor McGonagall's eyes, never breaking eye contact, as if engaged in a battle of wills.

"I didn't exactly undermine her; I simply asked her to stop wasting our limited educational time on background information and actually teach us," Harry replied.

"Professor Yaxley doesn't need a fifth-year student to guide her students." Minerva informed him.

Harry stood up, facing Minerva. "Apparently, they do need me for that. Dorea said you would resist." Sharing this information surprised Minerva. "You're not the first and won't be the last. Professor Sinstra would be kind enough to step in, and I can appoint Bellatrix as the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor and when Professor Slughorn retires we can appoint my mother Lily as the potions professor."

"Bellatrix Black doesn't seem like someone who would teach at Hogwarts," Minerva remarked.

"She will be when I tell her," Harry said. "Just like you'll accept her for the job." He forcefully grabbed Minerva's brunette curls, causing her to gasp. "Does Minerva McGonagall, headmistress of Hogwarts, need to be tamed?" Harry asked. His words seemed to provoke Minerva's animagus side momentarily as her eyes briefly turned into cat eyes before returning to their normal green. "How long has it been?" he inquired. "I think it's been a while, but you're strong enough to resist your basic instincts from taking over. You want something more enduring and impactful, something that can bring about change. I am that something; with you by my side and many others, we can transform everything." Harry continued slowly unbuttoning a few buttons on Minerva's robe, revealing a black lace bra underneath. "All you have to do is say it," he whispered in her ear.

Minerva whimpered under his touch as her legs rubbed together with every caress on her body.

"Mr. Potter," Minerva said, her voice trembling with an unusual sense of vulnerability. She couldn't help but feel the weight of the impending doom that seemed to loom over Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"Harry," he responded calmly, his eyes filled with determination as he locked gazes with his beloved professor. "Professor Yaxley's infiltration is just the tip of the iceberg. They won't stop there; year after year, they will ensure that every teacher at Hogwarts adheres to their twisted principles."

Harry's words resonated deeply within Minerva, causing a ripple of concern to wash over her. It was true - even someone as esteemed and talented as Professor Flitwick could find himself replaced if it were up to those who sought to control Hogwarts from within.

"But Harry," she countered hesitantly, desperately clinging onto a glimmer of hope amidst this bleak reality, "we can't be certain about that." Her voice quivered slightly as she spoke these words, unsure if she truly believed them herself.

"You and I both know it will happen eventually," Harry said, his voice filled with determination. As they sat in the dimly lit room, he leaned forward, sharing a secret with me that Dorea had confided in him. She had spoken about some of the most influential figures in the wizarding world - from Cornelia's Fudge to Barty Crouch and even Malfoy. The list seemed never-ending.

Harry's words held a touch of disappointment as he continued, "Dumbledore may have saved many from Grindelwald's tyranny, but it seems like he still holds on to outdated beliefs, just like the rest of them." It was disheartening to think that even someone as revered as Dumbledore could be stuck in their old ways.

And then there was Tom Riddle, who initially appeared to be a promising force for change according to Dorea. However, Harry shook his head sadly as she revealed how Riddle had become just another voice among many. A hot shot turned into an echo lost amidst the noise.

The weight of all these big names and their stagnant ideologies seemed overwhelming. Changing the world felt like an impossible task – one that required more than just a few individuals striving for progress.

Minerva was taken aback by Harry's remark. "Many more? Like a harem," she exclaimed, her surprise evident in her tone. She couldn't help but wonder what had led him to consider such a proposition.

Harry, sensing Minerva's shock, quickly clarified his intentions. "To be honest, it wasn't my initial idea," he admitted candidly. "But can you really blame me for wanting one?" As he spoke, his hand gently traced the contours of Minerva's thigh, adding an intimate touch to their conversation.

He went on to explain that his suggestion stemmed from a deep appreciation for all the hard work and dedication Minerva had shown in trying to change the world for the better. In his eyes, witches like her deserved some respite and recognition for their tireless efforts.

The room fell silent as Minerva processed Harry's words. She couldn't deny feeling both flattered and intrigued by his proposal. It was certainly unexpected but also strangely tempting – the thought of being surrounded by others who shared similar goals and aspirations held an undeniable allure.

Harry couldn't resist the urge to reach out and touch Minerva, his fingers tracing delicate patterns along her skin. With a gentle touch, he tried to convey his affection and comfort towards her. "So," Harry's voice was filled with anticipation as he looked into Minerva's eyes, "does this feral cat finally want to be tamed by a lion?" His emerald green eyes were determined and ready for whatever response she would give.

Without hesitation, Minerva leaned forward, closing the distance between them in an instant. Their mouths collided in a passionate embrace that resonated with intensity. The sound of their lips meeting echoed through the room as they engaged in a fervent snog, losing themselves completely in each other's presence.

After a passionate exchange, their lips parted and they both took deep breaths to steady themselves. Harry couldn't help but gaze into Minerva's eyes, his heart pounding with anticipation. The question escaped his lips before he could even think twice: "So does that mean I'll finally have my own room?" A mischievous sparkle danced in his eyes as he asked, cheekily implying the possibility of more privacy for their budding relationship.

Minerva found herself unable to suppress a soft chuckle at Harry's playful remark. She admired his lightheartedness amidst the intensity of their connection. With a gentle smile, she nodded in affirmation and confirmed, "Yes, you do."

Feeling emboldened by her response and overwhelmed by affection for her, Harry leaned in once again to capture her lips in another tender kiss. Their embrace spoke volumes about the depth of their feelings as time seemed to stand still around them.

"Good kitty," Harry said playfully, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "I love the way your curls cascade down your shoulders," he complimented, his voice filled with genuine admiration. As Minerva blushed at the sweet words, Harry couldn't help but shower her with more affection.

He peppered kisses on her cheeks and trailed them down her neck, causing Minerva to giggle uncontrollably. The normally composed and stern headmistress was reduced to a giggling mess under Harry's playful assault. With a flick of his wand, Harry used his magic to remove Minerva's knee-high boots, revealing her delicate bare feet.

Not wasting a moment, he swiftly discarded her robe as well. As it fell to the ground in a soft whisper of fabric, Minerva's ample bust and well-rounded hips came into full view. A mischievous grin danced upon Harry's face as he took in the sight before him.

"Very nice," he murmured appreciatively, unable to contain his delight at seeing Minerva in such an alluring state. Her cheeks flushed even deeper at the sincere compliment from this man who held her heart captive.

Harry's heart raced as he couldn't resist the overwhelming urge to embrace Minerva. With a surge of strength, he gently lifted her from her desk and cradled her in his arms. Minerva, feeling an electric connection between them, instinctively wrapped her arms and legs around Harry, drawing him closer. As their lips met in a passionate kiss.

Their kiss spoke volumes about the passion they shared - a passion that burned brighter than any star in the night sky. It encapsulated all their hopes, dreams, fears, and desires into one electrifying encounter. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, each touch and caress igniting a new wave of pleasure and desire. Harry's hands explored every inch of Minerva's soft skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Her gasps and moans filled the room, echoing the intensity of their connection.

"You are mine now," he declared, his voice brimming with dominance as he claimed Minerva's mouth. In response, Minerva obediently nodded, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and submission.

"I want to hear you say it," Harry demanded firmly, pausing the passionate kiss but maintaining his firm grip on Minerva's bottom. His touch was forceful yet possessive, leaving no doubt about his control over her.

"I'm-" she hesitated, biting her lip to stop herself from speaking. In that moment of vulnerability, Harry playfully smacked her ass cheek with a mischievous grin on his face. "I'm your kitten!" Minerva exclaimed, a mixture of surprise and delight evident in her voice.

“Good kitten.” Harry said, returning to snogging the headmistress of hogwarts. Harry and Minerva make out for sometime, leaving the headmistress clearly in a state of arousal and aging for more. “I’ll be more than happy to get you to finish once my room is done.” He said, leaving her.