The Sexy Ms. Snape and the Sinister Sweets - pt.3 (Patreon)

“You are late Mr. Potter. I thought you were about to skimp on your punishment, but you surprised me, so much so that I dropped my flask.” Harry just stared at who he assumed was a teacher with a look of confusion. Why were all of these hot girls just appearing out of nowhere today? Maybe she was the next defense against the dark arts teacher; the last few barely made it a year before some calamity or personal problem took them out. Or maybe Snape had finally been promoted and she was the new Potions teacher and despite how much he loathed potions, he wouldn’t mind having a class with this teacher. Her outfit was pretty risqué compared to every other staff member and she was certainly fit. “What are you staring at Mr. Potter? There is a broom for your usage in the corner unless you need a demonstration for even this simple task.” She barely suppressed a titter as she saw his flustered face snap to the task at hand. This would be easy.

“Hmm.” As Harry bent down to sweep up the glass with the dustpan provided, Sara was getting a front row view of his caboose. He really did look just like his father from that jockish, disheveled look to the toned shape of his body. At least none of that bitch Lily was there to mess up her enjoyment.
“Man stealer.” She whispered under her breath. Well she wouldn’t make that mistake. She decided to pounce.
”I swept up the glass Missus- uh, what was your name agai-AH!” Harry shot up as he felt his ass get pinched, turning around with his wand out to see the new teacher inches away from his face. 

“Umm Missus?”
“It’s miss not missus, but you should know that by now.”
“I should?” He was slowly getting pushed towards Snape’s desk. She noticed his glasses were starting to fog up. Good.
“Do you think I’m old Harry? I’m not some old maid, just… experienced.” The desk shook a little as he bumped into it, now out of places to run.
“And I’ve seen you grow from a precocious little brat to a, well at least someone on the path to manhood.” Who the bloody hell was this woman and why were all these hot, crazy women saying they knew him today?

“Of course, you were very naughty earlier, but I think you could mature with the proper guidance and I do have you to myself for the rest of the hour.” Her arms snaked around his back, her chest nearly smothering him behind its skimpy black cloth. Sara could see his other wand was also ready to go. Biting his ear lightly, she whispered, “You can get back those points I took earlier, but if you want a full hundred, you better keep me entertained for the rest of this period.”
“Look I’m flattered and all, but I don’t even know yo-“
“That’s why I’m trying to close the gap. Now let’s see if those hours spent at quidditch practice instead of studying potions were worth it.”

Harry was conflicted. On one hand, this was like a story out of Spellboy magazine, a dream come true! But, this was getting uncomfortable. She was being too forceful and the whole ‘I know you’ thing was creepy. He hated to have to do this, but he pushed away from her and drew his wand.
“Stupify!” Sara rolled her eyes as she countered his spell without even opening her mouth.
“Come now Harry. You didn’t really think that would work now did you? I’m the one that acts hard to get.”
“I-I’m going to Dumbledore to straighten things out and I-“ Sara’s stupefy cut him off midsentence, leaving him immobile.

“God dammit! I can’t believe this! Here I am throwing myself at you and all you can think about is that old prude?! What do you Potter boys need to take some initiative? I should have just slipped a love potion into your orange juice and saved myself the trouble, but nooooo I wanted to win your heart the normal way. God I would have loved to see Draca’s face when you told her you were seeing someone, but I guess I’m not-“ It took her a few moments to calm down, but eventually Sara was able to look at the situation rationally.

“Well I buggered this one up didn’t I?” Harry couldn’t really respond, being stupefied, but still he looked so cute standing there helpless. Well, she could do without the eyes, which were a clear inheritance from his “ugh” mother. Well this was not defeat. She could always try again, only this time she’d be less forceful. There would be other detentions knowing Harry’s sexy rebellious streak and she wasn’t petty enough to use a love potion quite yet. Yet, she did have to brew something to fix the current situation.

Harry’s eyes followed Sara’s actions, hoping whatever she was cooking up wouldn’t kill him. He could see the owls bringing in tomorrow’s headlines, BOY WHO LIVED KILLED BY SEX CRAZED TEACHER. Harry bet Draco would get a kick out of that while Ron would just sulk that it wasn’t him in Harry’s position.
“Come on and move you bastard!” He was screaming internally, but could no more move than he could apparate. Sara walked towards him with a bubbling bright blue flask, the contents of which he was sure contained nothing good.

“Now I wish we could just go on as we were a few minutes prior Harry, but I can’t risk you telling Dumbledore my true feelings, so this will only hurt for a minute, but the flavor shouldn’t be too bad.” He tasted blue raspberries and passed out, his body finally slumping to the ground as the Stupify was dispelled.

“Are you awake yet Mr. Potter?” Harry sputtered awake, his cheeks wet with drool as he looked around the potions classroom confused.
“I’m glad to see you’ve returned to the world of the living Mr. Potter, though I doubt your lethargy has come from late nights studying your potion textbooks.” That’s right. Snape had given him detention again after that Slytherin girl tried to make out with him, the bloody git!
“I want you to organize these shelves alphabetically before the period is over. I hope this will teach the positives of putting your ingredients back properly and not letting the wrong kinds mix together.” And who was this? She was certainly an improvement over looking at Snape, but she seemed to have the same temperament.
“Um excuse me ma’m, but who ar-“
“In the time you spent sleeping ten minutes have already passed in this period set aside for your punishment. If you don’t want to be stuck in here until graduation, then I’d recommend you stop chatting and start organizing.

He grumbled something under his breath, then got up and began sorting. The memory potion had worked perfectly, the last ten minutes wiped clean from his pretty little head. Sara was content to just watch him, careful not to make it too obvious as she began to draw up her next plan of attack. It seemed like aggressive and straightforwardness wouldn’t work, but maybe she’d just need to change up the circumstances, fix his attitude. It would take time, but she was nothing if not persistent in attaining her goals. So she’d act cold for now, biding her time until she had concocted the perfect scenario. Make no mistake, Harry would be hers and god help anyone who got in her way.