Caught in the Act- Part 2

AN: Normally, I would apologize for my absence, but all I can offer instead is an explanation. I still don't know what exactly caused it, but I was unable to access my account for roughly two weeks which is why I haven't been able to respond to any comments either. At first, I just assumed it was a server issue with patreon, but after the second day I contacted support. While it took longer than I would've liked, everything has been sorted.

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Casting-

Aurora- Monifa Jansen

Septima- Giusy Miloni

“Aurora? Are we boring you?” They were, in fact, boring her. Though she would’ve been distracted regardless. Minerva sat at the head of the table. Along with the rest of Hogwarts’ professors, she stared at the young Astronomy professor expectantly.

Removing her hand from her chin, where she’d been resting against the table, absently daydreaming, she straightened up, “No, of course not, Minerva. My mind was just otherwise occupied. My apologies, but where were we?” Even after a decade working with the woman, Aurora still couldn’t help but feel a certain level of intimidation when talking to her old Transfiguration Professor.

It didn’t help matters that Septima snorted out a laugh at her predicament. Minerva’s frown tightened, and Aurora tried not to blink in the face of her irritation. Luckily, the headmistress decided to forego any reprimand, at least for the time being, “This is the midyear review, Aurora. You’ve done it almost a dozen times.”

Yes, that was exactly why she was bored.  Every year they did the same thing, often regurgitating the same old mantras about their students, their efforts, and where they could improve. Still, even Snape maintained this particular tradition, so she didn’t see it going anywhere anytime soon.

Biting back all the less pleasant things on her mind, she broke the anticipative silence, “The students are doing well in Astronomy, same as ever. Like any other class, there are those who show a greater affinity and propensity for the finer points of the discipline. If there’s one anomaly I could point to this year, students have been more likely to miss or, at the very least, be late to my class.”

That was never entirely uncommon due to the time. It was commonplace for students to fall asleep and fail to set an alarm. Minerva frowned, “While I understand that the past year has been incredibly trying for everyone, particularly the students, that doesn’t excuse their absence or tardiness.”

“To be perfectly honest, I’ve shown leniency, at least compared to previous years.” There were some students who simply wanted to embrace every moment there at the school and found themselves forgetting about their late-night class. There were others who looked as though they hadn’t been sleeping properly, and she couldn’t begrudge them trying to get a few extra hours. As long as they make it up, I can’t see the harm. If it affected their grades she put her foot down, but so far, that only happened twice.

Minerva softened slightly at that, looking to the rest of the teachers, “Am I to take it, this is a common occurrence, even for those of you who don’t teach in the waning hours of the night and the wee hours of the morning.”  There were nodded heads amongst the others.

Sighing, the headmistress conceded, “I trust each of you to know what’s best for the students. My only concern is what happens next year? Or the year after? Or a decade from now? One year of loose expectation and leniency can have lasting repercussions if students are observant enough to take advantage and we become complacent.”

Aurora forced down her derisive snort as she thought back on the standards maintained under the former headmaster. As impressive as Albus Dumbledore was as a wizard, he left a great deal to be desired as an administrator, “With all due respect, Minerva, Albus allowed students to get away with far worse than a bit of tardiness. And that’s to say nothing of Snape and his favoritism toward Slytherins.” As an alumnus of the house in her own right, she knew all too well how much the former potions master favored his own.

“And you’d be lying if you didn’t say you’ve shown at least a soft spot for a certain group of your Gryffindors.” Flitwick added on with a little chuckle, taking the sting from the accusation.

“I suppose that’s true, yes.” It looked as though the headmistress swallowed a particularly sour lemon admitting that fact.

The reminder of Harry nearly sent Aurora daydreaming again. Thankfully, her complexion helped hide the heat in her cheeks as she thought back on that night in the tower.

Shaking the thoughts from her mind, she pressed the issue at hand, “As you said, you trust us. Speaking for myself, I’m not allowing anyone to take advantage of the situation. I merely recognize that current circumstances demand a delicate touch. We’re dealing with teenagers here, many of whom fought in a battle less than a year ago and watched their friends and mentors die. If that doesn’t earn them a bit of grace, I don’t know what else would.”

Flitwick pulled out a piece of parchment and slid it across the table to Minerva, “And looking at the midterm academic report, students are doing as well or better across the board… compared to two years ago, of course.” There was no use comparing things to the year prior when outright torture of students was allowed.

There were a few simple reasons for that, and they had very little to do with how tactful they were being with the students. No, it has a great deal more to do with Snape no longer deliberately giving students grades lower than what they deserve. It didn’t hurt that Minerva had the good sense to relieve Professor Binns of his duties and they finally had a living, breathing instructor in history that didn’t drone on about Goblin Rebellions and actually made the subject interesting.  And the final improvement, their newest Muggle Studies professor was a muggleborn who returned to the muggle world after Hogwarts and completed a university degree. Those simple changes alone managed to improve the average scores of students.

“Yes, I’ve seen the report, Filius, thank you.” McGonagall pursed her lips in thought before finally conceding, “I suppose I can only applaud each of you then. I know this year is going to have its own unique difficulties, as will some years to come, but it would appear you’re all doing the very best by our students.” She pulled out another bit of parchment, “Now turning to other matters…”

Aurora couldn’t be bothered with the minutiae any longer. She found herself drifting into her own thoughts, finding them centered on the same thing they had been for going on over a week. It bordered on unhealthy just how fixated she was on the right and proper seeing to she received at the hands of Harry Potter, and Sue Li for that matter. Her only saving grace was that she hadn’t allowed it to affect her teaching in any way.

As her mind provided the wonderful memories, and a fair few fantasies, of being licked, and squeezed, and impossibly stretched, she found herself biting her bottom lip… and, maybe for the first time in her life, incredibly grateful for the thick set of robes that hid her hardened nipples from the rest of her colleagues.

Her distraction didn’t go entirely unnoticed. A nudge to her shoulder pulled her from the sordid memories and she found Septima looking at her curiously, “Rors, you alright?”

Of the rest of Hogwarts’ professors, the Arithmancy professor was the nearest to Aurora in age. They even went to school together, though Septima was in her fifth year when Aurora started her first. They shared the same house, Slytherin. Aurora still remembered running to a then-prefect Septima as she found herself lost trying to find her Charms classroom her first week of classes.

Unsurprisingly, they, along with Bathsheda Babbling, bonded over the years as the youngest professors at Hogwarts. It was often hard to believe that Snape himself was only a few years older than the Ancient Runes professor, but it was easy enough to forget that fact when he was still alive, as he avoided them often as possible.

“Perfectly fine, Sep.” Aurora assured her quiet as a church mouse, so as not to draw Minerva’s ire. She was impressed at her own ability to keep her voice even despite the thoughts running through her mind, “Just eager to get this over with.” They shared a glance toward the headmistress who looked right back at them. Feeling very much like schoolgirls back in her Transfiguration class, both young professors zipped their mouths and turned their attention back to the meeting.

Luckily for them, things wrapped up shortly thereafter, “I think that’ll be all, ladies and gentlemen. Thank you for your time…” She shot a look toward Aurora, “Even if some of you seemed rather preoccupied.” Not overly perturbed by the light rebuke, she left her seat and hurried from the room. Unfortunately, it was a long walk back up to her quarters from the second floor.

“Somebody’s in trouble…” Septima followed her out and couldn’t help but needle her.

“Oh shut it,” She poked at her friend who deftly dodged away, “I did the worst job of hiding my disinterest this time… so curse me for it.”

“At least Minnie gets through the whole thing faster than Dumbledore ever did.”

“That’s probably because there aren’t a dozen different issues that need addressing thanks to Snape’s unfair treatment of the other houses… which more often than not were brought up by our illustrious headmistress.”

“True… very true.” She gave her a rather serious look, “Honestly though, what had you so distracted?”

Aurora didn’t have the slightest intention of admitting that to her colleague, “Nothing of any interest… I’m just behind on grading and this year has been rather stressful, all things considered. We do have a whole extra year of students to educate, discipline and grade.”

“You’ve been one of the most well-organized people I know since you were a firstie.” Septima didn’t sound the least bit convinced, “You’re telling me a few dozen extra students have you behind? Or do you simply think you’re behind and you’re giving yourself far too hard a time about it?”

“The truth is somewhere in the middle.” Aurora responded evasively, “I’m no closer to fixing the issue by standing around, pleasant as the company might be.”

Septima chuckled, “Merlin, Rors, you’re wound up tight today. Do you need me to bring up a bottle of wine later so you can relax.”

Already walking away from her friend, she absently replied, “No need, really.”

“It wouldn’t be any trouble…” Her voice carried after her as she turned the corner and headed for the enchanted staircase.

Making her way up the castle, she entered the base of the Astronomy Tower a few minutes later, locking the door behind her. Instead of going up into the observatory, she moved to the other side of the lower room and the door to her private quarters.

“Pillars of Creation.” Aurora kept herself educated on the strides made by the wider world when it came to the cosmos. Just a few years earlier, the Hubble Space Telescope took pictures of colossal tendrils of space dust in the Eagle Nebula of the Serpens constellation. The literal stuff that stars were made from. It served as her most recent personal password.

As it clicked open, she hurried inside. Her accommodation was simple by choice. There was only one door that led to her bathroom. There was a small kitchen that rarely saw any use thanks to the expertise of the Hogwarts elves. The cabinets of it rarely held anything more than her favorite sweets and a few good bottles of wine. The kitchen flowed directly into a small sitting area with a wizarding radio. Easily the most lavish thing in the room was her bed. It was rather large and was somehow both softer than a cloud and firm in all the right places.

She couldn’t remember it ever looking quite so inviting, and it had absolutely nothing to do with fatigue. Loosening her robes, she let them fall to the ground at her feet as she walked. Underneath, she wore a pair of dark red knickers with a noticeable damp patch that stuck to the lips of her sex, and a similarly colored lacy red bustier both laced in gold. If it just happened to be Gryffindor colors, that was nothing more than a coincidence. I can’t help what looks good on me, after all. Laying down on her bed, she reached down the cleavage of her full bosom and extracted her wand.

With one very vivid image in her mind, she performed a conjuration. More lifelike than anything muggles could hope to achieve, it had the same weight, the same hardness, the same swollen purple tip, the same heavy bollocks, even the same veins crisscrossing along the imposing length. But it was still a recreation and not the real thing. It lacked the warmth, the throbbing, and there was no handsome young man on the end of it. But it’s good enough for the moment.   

Bringing the tip to her full lips, she filled her mouth with the first few inches, coating it lightly in her spit before popping it back out. Pulling the soaked gusset of her panties away from her pussy, she placed the conjured dildo at the entrance of her puffy sex.

Squelch… The sound was a testament too just how vivid her debauched fantasies had been, not just that afternoon but since her last, and unfortunately only, tryst with her two students. Pushing it deeper, she felt so stretched, so full, as it scraped along every sensitive nerve in her tunnel. Her fingers slipped beneath the lace of her bustier, and she pinched her hardened nipple between her fingers. She twisted, knowing that perfect line between pain and pleasure.

Biting her lower lip, she dragged the dildo from her depths, freshly covered in a glistening sheen of her juices, until just the fat dome remained inside before forcing it back in. Leisurely, she started fucking herself.

It was almost embarrassing just how close she felt her first peak approaching. It was only a little over two minutes, but she’d wound herself up so much that she felt the pleasant tingles of her first peak. Shutting her eyes, she could picture with perfect clarity those emerald eyes looking down at her as he ravaged her.

Voice thick with passion, she rasped, “Oh fuck… yes… Harry…” Her thighs started to shake as she gave short, deliberate thrusts that scraped against that truly tantalizing spot deep in her pussy. She squealed in the back of her throat as her pussy pulsated around her conjured toy.

With a rather dopey smile on her face, her eyes remained closed as she slowly started working the toy back and forth again already ready to drive herself toward another climax. She was lost in her own pleasure, completely oblivious to the world around her.

Until a voice cut through the haze, “Well, I take it I left an impression, professor.” Standing at the end of the bed with a cocky little smirk on his face, not that she could really blame him considering what he walked in on, was the star of her masturbatory fantasies.

Taken entirely off-guard, Aurora didn’t know what to say or do. With an all-too-accurate replication of his cock buried in her pussy, not to mention his name on her lips as she climaxed, she couldn’t exactly pretend he was wrong. Instead, she found herself focusing on a more pressing issue, well two technically. While her eyes were fixated on the front of his trousers and the obvious evidence of how much he enjoyed her unwitting show for him, she managed to ask, “How… how did you get in here?”

“You left the door open… well one of them. I’m guessing you were in too much of a hurry to realize you didn’t quite close the door to your room all the way.” As he explained, he walked around the side of the bed until he was standing beside her, “The locking charm wasn’t difficult to break though. Not the first time I’ve done it, after all.”

It was difficult to stop herself from reaching out and touching him, but she managed, “And… and why were you coming to see me, Harry?”

“I had a pressing question about an astronomy issue, professor.” He chuckled out. She couldn’t help rolling her eyes at that. He hadn’t been in her class since his fifth year, much to her chagrin.

“No, you didn’t.”

His hand moved between her thighs, pushing away her fingers from the base of the dildo still stretching her lips. As he started dragging it out of her sex, his roguish smile left her shivering in anticipation, “You’re right. I was just hoping for a… how did you put it… a repeat performance.” With that tantalizing proclamation hanging in the air, he forced the toy back up her twat.

A whorish moan escaped her lips as she reached down to take hold of his wrist, “Sen… sensitive, Harry.” If anything, that warning only spurred him on.  She wasn’t strong enough to stop as he pulled it back until it nearly popped free from her grippy lips before driving it back in.

Her chest heaved as she pulled at the bedding beneath her, “Fuck!” Her creamy juices covered the very base of the faux cock splitting her open.

As he reveled in making her shiver and squirm, she decided to retaliate. Two can play at that game. Dark, slender fingers found the front of his trousers. Trying to ignore the pleasure pulsating from her core, she undid the button and zipper and hastily freed his cock. Despite the accuracy of her conjuration, there was something truly mouthwatering about the genuine article. He was hard and throbbing, and his tip shined with precum as she stroked him.

Shamelessly, she leant in and opened her lips wide. She slid them over his swollen glands, letting her tongue scrape against the underside of his ridge before pushing further, filling her mouth with inch after inch. Gluhk. She swallowed against his crown as it pressed against her throat. It was a difficult angle, but she managed to tilt her head and push him into the those welcoming confines. Making it fit was no small task, but she kept driving herself further down his imposing length until her nose was pressed against his groin and her bottom lip was kissing his bollocks.

Plap… A muffled moan rumbled through her as he forced the toy back up her twat. It spurred her to start working. Like a two knut whore, she started slobbering on his cock. Spit dripped from her chin as she polished his knob with every bit of skill she could muster.

He kept plunging the toy in and out, driving her closer to another peak as she tried to get him there too. It became obvious that he had greater staying power as her hips started popping off the bed with each new thrust. Her attention to his cock became little more than suckling on the tip, swiping her tongue along the slit as she got closer.

Right as she was on the precipice, he pulled the toy from her tunnel with a lewd pop. He smacked it against her clit once and made her spasm like she touched a livewire, but it didn’t tip her over the edge. She tried to chase his cock as he pulled away, but his hand on her head put an end to her efforts.

There was a protest ready on her lips, but it turned into a squeal and giggle as he took hold of her and turned her body so that her peachy bum hung over the side of her bed. She was lying on her side with her knees pushed toward her chest. It left her delicate holes open to his sordid attentions.

His crown split her puffy lips, and he filled her in one smooth motion. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she nearly came on the spot, “Fucking hell… that feels so… so good, Harry!” Her voice broke on his name as he pulled back and snapped his hips forward again.

“Such a tight little pussy, professor…” He complimented her through a series of body tingling thrusts. She reached for her own sex, digits finding her oversensitive nub.

Cumming on his cock felt like an out of body experience. Her thick cream covered his unflagging length as he fucked through her rippling walls. He had a knack for keeping her there, in that state of ecstasy, for a minute first only for it to turn into more.

Consciousness nearly slipped away from her, but she became acutely aware again as she felt something prodding at her tightest hole. Looking down with wide eyes, she felt equal parts thrilled and terrified. She occasionally slipped an experimental finger back there in the heat of the moment, but certainly hadn’t ever had anything as monstrous as Harry, “It’s… it’s so big…”

Aurora wasn’t saying no, she just couldn’t imagine taking it when she was already so stretched. Rubbing her bum comfortingly even as he continued to tease her asshole, he rumbled out, “I know… but just think about how good it could feel.”

She could still remember when he was a shy, polite first year. It was almost difficult to reconcile that now with his cock buried to his balls in her cunt and a confident glint in his eye. I suppose things change when you kill the most dangerous Dark Wizard in history. As he spanked her bum, she couldn’t help but enjoy those changes, “What… if it doesn’t fit?” She was still catching her breath.

“You won’t know unless we try.” He leaned down and kissed her and she found herself unable to deny him.

As he pulled away, she scratched his jaw with her nail, “Alright… just… gently.”

Suddenly, she felt warmth against her asshole. In a display of wandless magic that felt entirely superfluous given the toy was absolutely covered in her juices, he lubed her up. The casual display of power made her pussy twitch eagerly. As he placed the tip of the toy against her virgin-tight hole, she tried to relax. That became easier as he flexed his cock inside her, right against her g-spot.

Moaning like the slut she was, at least where Harry was concerned, she felt it pop into her butt. There was a twinge of pain as she burned at the sheer size, but as he slowly worked the toy deeper the pain gave way to pleasure, “Morgana’s fat fucking tits!” She doubted anybody ever made such an obscene remark about the infamous witch before, but Aurora wasn’t exactly in a clear state of mind, “I’ve… fuck… I’ve never been so fucking full.”

If she thought Harry felt big in her pussy before, having both of her holes stretched at the same time made him feel truly massive. There was a small distention just below her navel from the sheer size of him. Her mind went blank as he pulled his cock and the toy from her holes at the same time.

As he drove them back in, the ecstatic scream that escaped her throat came from her very soul.  Her world became fixated solely on her own euphoria as Harry pounded her into the mattress.

Clap… Clap… Clap… Time became entirely consequential as he bounced his hips off her thighs. Words became impossible as she turned into a squealing, moaning mess of a woman. All she knew was that he was driving her to something she’d never experienced before. When the knot that formed just behind her navel finally snapped, she heard the gush of liquid, and his awestruck, “Bloody hell…” She squirted around his cock, covering his groin and the floor at his feet. It was another first in a night of them.

Her pussy squeezed down on his cock like a vice as her perfect bum rippled so hard that she expelled the toy as he went to push into her hole again. He let it drop to the floor as he took hold of her hips with both hands to bury himself to the hilt in her pulsating pussy. And then she felt the wonderful warmth of him bathing her walls in white.

For a few breathless moments, he simply kissed against her ebony flesh as she came down from her otherworldly high. When she spoke, her voice sounded hoarse and her throat felt raw from the screaming, “Talk about a repeat performance, stud.” It certainly wasn’t going to help her daydreaming any.

As he pulled his cock from her used little hole, he admired his work. He was about to speak, but never got the chance as the door opened, “Rors! Who’s ready for a wine… night?” Septima walked through the door holding a bottle of elf-made wine only to stop in stunned silence. Of all her colleagues, only the Arithmancy professor knew the password to her private quarters. She never thought it would backfire quite so spectacularly.

For a few breathless seconds, they all just looked at each other. Septima’s dark, lovely eyes flitted from her leaking pussy, to Harry’s still-hard cock, to the slight gape of her butthole,  to the dildo on the floor as her mouth opened and closed with nothing coming out.

Harry’s voice broke her from her stupor, “Professor Vector…” She didn’t give him the chance to finish as she slammed the wine down on the nearby counter, luckily without breaking it, before hurrying back the way she came. It was hard not to notice just how flushed she was as she did it.

Letting her head lull back onto the mattress, Aurora was still far too lust-addled to truly worry, but still there was only one thing to say, “Well… fuck.”