Professor Potter (Ch. 2)

( Every character in this story is a legal adult over the age of 18 )

Professor Potter

Chapter 2

Harry’s lesson was packed, and as always, the Slytherins were on one side, eyeing the Gryffindors as if they might get hexed at any moment. 

Harry flicked his wand and today’s lesson appeared on the blackboard … Defensive Counter-Curses. He scanned the rows, and the females quickly pretended to be interested in anything but his presence. Even so, they continued to peek at him from the corners of their eyes. 

Hermione occupied the front row, as she always did. She clutched her battered copy of Jinxes and Hexes, Revised Edition, ready for the lesson to begin. Her lips were pursed, and her quill was poised for dictation. Hermione’s cheeks were flushed as she stared at him with infatuation. Parvati Patil sat two rows behind with her legs out across the aisle. Her skirt was hiked high, revealing a great deal of smooth, light-brown skin. Lavender Brown was next to her and had the first few buttons of her blouse open. She was clearly hoping to show off some cleavage to Harry. 

Harry started with a demonstration, summoning a Stinging Hex in the form of a bright yellow orb and catching it on his palm. He heard a gasp from Hermione, who worshipped his spellwork, but he also heard a louder, breathless giggle from the back.

He tracked it to its source. It was Lavender and Parvati, of course. They always had a problem paying attention to what he was saying. They were always too busy staring at his handsome face or the bulge in his trousers. Each was whispering into the other's ear and gesturing toward the front in exaggerated whispers.

"Oi," Harry said. "Is there something you’d like to share with the class, Miss Patil?"

Parvati straightened, unrepentant. "No, Professor," she replied sweetly. "I was just saying your spell is very … big and bright."

Lavender burst out laughing, and even a few Slytherins couldn’t help snorting. Parvati gave Lavender a cheeky look and crossed her legs under the desk. Hermione, ever the champion of decorum, turned and glared at them. "Maybe if you two spent more time practicing and less time distracting each other, you’d be able to do a Shield Charm properly."

Lavender stuck her tongue out. "Sorry, we can’t all be teachers’ pets, Granger."

Harry let it slide, but truth be told, he’d rather have this sort of fire than the intimidated compliance he remembered from Snape’s old classes. "If you’re all done, let’s start the day with a practical application. Wands out."

The phrase ended any hope of a serious lesson. The girls dissolved into giggles, and even Hermione blushed, though she hid it behind her textbook. Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan instantly pulled out their wands and began a sword fight. Harry considered yelling at them, but instead, he just flicked his own wand and silenced the room with a burst of fireworks. One thing about this new reality was strange. It seemed that most at Hogwarts were slackers and had very short attention spans. Even the other professors constantly complained about it, but from what he learned from them, it was considered to be quite normal. 

"First pair, up," Harry commanded. "Patil, Brown. Show us what you’ve got."

Lavender and Parvati rose to their feet, fixing their blouses and smoothing their skirts. They both sauntered to the front, arms linked and hips swaying. Parvati shot Harry a sexy smile.

"Ready, Lav?" she purred.

"Ready as ever," said Lavender, blowing a bubble with her gum before snapping it with a pop.

Harry stepped back. "On your marks."

The girls faced each other. Their wands rose at identical angles, at exactly the same time.

"Begin!" Harry called out. 

Lavender went on the offensive, launching a series of Glitter Hexes that filled the air with pink sparkles and made Parvati’s hair stand on end. Parvati retaliated with a rapid-fire volley of Stinging Hexes, but Lavender’s Protego snapped up with surprising grace, deflecting every hex.

The duel quickly devolved into a contest of sass. Parvati’s hexes got messier. She started mixing in spells designed to tug at hair and flick at earlobes. Lavender retaliated by vanishing Parvati’s left shoe, causing her to hop on one leg and giggle helplessly.

Harry stopped it before things could get any more out of hand. "Enough. That’s the spirit I want to see, but let’s try and keep our clothes on, if you please."

Lavender and Parvati bowed theatrically, then high-fived before bouncing back to their seats. As they passed, Parvati leaned in and whispered, "How did I do, Professor? Did you like my form?"

Lavender elbowed her. "You wish. I bet he’s going to give you a T for Troll."

Parvati pouted, then winked at Harry. "I like to think I’m more of an E for Exceeds Expectations."

The rest of the hour went similarly. The Slytherins spent the hour rolling their eyes, but the Gryffindors threw themselves into the exercises, even if it meant more chaos than learning. When the lesson was over, Harry dismissed them, but before the stampede could make it through the door, Harry called out to a couple of them.

"Miss Patil, Miss Brown … stay after for a moment."

The girls froze mid-flounce. They exchanged a delighted glance and made their way back to Harry’s desk. Lavender arrived first, leaning over the edge of his desk, which had the effect of mashing her breasts together under the thin fabric of her blouse. Parvati slid onto the corner of the desk, one leg swinging.

"Are we in trouble, Professor?" Parvati asked.

Harry stacked the day’s parchment into a neat pile, not looking at them just yet. "It depends. Are you going to keep disrupting my class?"

Lavender giggled. "We’ll try to behave. We promise."

He finally looked up at them. "You’re both smart, but you’re not using your brains. I want you both to focus. Understood?"

Parvati’s eyes sparkled. "Yes, Professor."

Lavender nodded. "Absolutely. I’ll be very focused."

Harry pursed his lips, then decided to drop the teacher act for a moment. "Detention tonight in my office at seven o’clock."

Parvati groaned, but Lavender just shrugged. "It’s better than scrubbing toilets with Filch."

Harry leaned back in his chair. "Do make sure to show up on time."

Parvati hopped off the desk. "We wouldn’t dream of being late."

They sauntered out, and Parvati’s hand slipped onto Lavender’s lower back for just a second. Harry caught it and felt a tug of amusement. He smiled and shook his head. 

Professor Potter

At precisely seven o’clock, Harry was sitting behind his desk in the Defense Against the Dark Arts office and eyeing the stack of half-finished essays. Half the handwriting looked like it had been written by a troll with arthritis. His wand tip glowed as he pointed it at a parchment and scrawled a “P” for Poor in the margin. He shook his head. They were barely even trying. 

He heard the girls in the corridor before they entered the room. There was a loud giggle, a stifled yelp, and the click of shoes in the hallway. The office door banged open, and Lavender Brown tumbled in first, her cheeks already pink with excitement. Parvati Patil was right behind, holding her by the wrist and biting back laughter.

“Professor Potter,” Parvati said, her eyes wide and innocent. “We’re here for our detention.”

Lavender gave a cute curtsy, then straightened up, her hands on her hips. She wore her house robe unfastened, and beneath it, Harry caught a flash of her white blouse and the edge of a very, very short skirt. Parvati’s uniform was similarly minimal, her skirt so short he could see the crease of her thigh as she shifted her weight from foot to foot.

They both wore the regulation white knee socks, but he doubted McGonagall intended them to be paired with five-inch stiletto heels. The blouses were unbuttoned low, exposing a good deal of cleavage. Lavender’s was particularly impressive, the fabric gaping so wide Harry could see the edge of her lacy bra. Parvati’s shirt was stretched tight across her chest and nearly transparent. 

Something was very obvious to him when he first joined this new reality … the women here were significantly more promiscuous than the ones he used to know. Hell, even the female faculty could be wild in their off hours. The previous weekend, he walked into the Three Broomsticks and saw Professor Vector bouncing her ass to some pop song on the wireless. It was a strange change to be sure, but Harry wasn’t complaining about it. 

Lavender and Parvati stood side by side, close enough that their hips touched, and smirked at each other.

“Take a seat,” Harry said, gesturing to the chairs across from his desk. He tried to keep his tone dry, but both girls were already grinning. He watched them sashay to the seats. They slowly slid their robes off and dropped them onto the backrests, giving Harry a long look at the taut, bare skin of their thighs as they sat.

Lavender crossed her legs and kicked her foot in the air, drawing his attention. Parvati let her skirt ride up so high it left nothing to the imagination. Harry shifted in his seat and felt the crotch of his trousers get a little tight.

“Since the two of you insisted on disrupting my lesson, you’ll spend the next hour helping me grade these essays,” he said, sliding two parchments across the desk.

Lavender pouted. “But Professor, we’re dreadful at essays.”

“Then perhaps reading a bunch of them will help you get better,” Harry replied. “You’re not leaving until you’ve graded every paper on this pile.”

Parvati reached for a parchment and bent over the desk, pressing her chest down onto the wood. Her blouse hung open, and Harry saw both her nipples poking at the thin fabric. Parvati’s dark hair spilled over her shoulders, and she blinked up at him, feigning confusion. “What are we supposed to do if we can’t read someone’s handwriting?” she asked.

Lavender snickered and dragged her chair closer to Harry. When she was done, she was practically sitting in his lap. She pretended to read a parchment, then “accidentally” bumped his arm. Her soft breast pressed against his arm and stayed there. “You should show us, Professor,” Lavender said, and winked.

Harry took the essay and turned to Parvati, who had a slow smile blooming on her soft, sweet lips. “This isn’t a joke. You’re both adults, and you’re both going to behave like it.” He tried to put a bit of steel into the command, but neither girl looked the least bit cowed.

Parvati’s lips twitched. “We’ll be on our best behavior,” she said solemnly. “Won’t we, Lavender?”

Lavender nodded. “Absolutely, Professor.” However, she didn’t remove her breast from his arm. In fact, she pressed it harder against him. Harry tried to ignore it and focus on the grading, but his peripheral vision was filled with pale thigh and tan cleavage.

They made it all of three minutes before Lavender stretched her arms over her head, arched her back, and “accidentally” nudged her chest into his shoulder again. Parvati gave Lavender a cheeky look, then rolled her eyes. She swiveled in her seat, her skirt rising indecently high, and whispered, “Lavender, if you’re not careful, he’ll put you over his knee.”

Lavender’s cheeks dimpled. “Maybe I want to be put over his knee,” she replied, not even bothering to lower her voice.

Harry gave her a warning look. “Enough. I mean it.”

Lavender licked her lips. “You’d probably like that, wouldn’t you, Professor?”

Parvati covered her mouth and giggled, then looked Harry up and down. “You should do it. She’s been a very bad girl.”

Harry stared them both down, but neither broke eye contact. Parvati kept sexily biting her lower lip, her eyes sparkling, while Lavender had the smug look of a girl who expected to get her way. Harry felt himself harden under the desk. He set down his quill and leaned back in his chair. “Is this what you want, Miss Brown? You want me to treat you like a good-for-nothing whore?”

Lavender’s eyes glittered with excitement. “I want you to treat me however you think I deserve, Professor,” she purred.

Parvati burst out giggling. “You’re incorrigible, Lav.” She turned to Harry. “Maybe you should show her what happens to naughty girls in your class.”

Harry looked from one to the other, then hooked Lavender’s arm. “Up,” he said, and she scrambled to her feet, beaming.

She was so close he could smell the soft floral perfume on her neck. She tilted her head and smiled down at him, her hands folded behind her back. “Am I in trouble, Professor?”

Harry said nothing. He took her by the waist and pulled her across his lap. She squealed and wriggled until her upper body was draped over his thighs. Her skirt barely covered her ass.

“Parvati,” Harry said, “Since you’re so keen on the rules, you can be the witness.”

Parvati’s cheeks flushed, but she stayed right where she was, her eyes locked on the scene. Harry placed his palm flat on Lavender’s skirt and pressed down. She sighed and arched her hips upward. He heard a soft snicker from Parvati. Lavender’s skirt was so short that even the lightest tug revealed her creamy thighs and the lower curve of her ass. Harry pinched the hem of her skirt and flipped it up, exposing her bottom entirely.

Her panties were a thin, satiny, light pink thong that was so small they barely covered anything at all. The little sliver of material between her thighs was already darkened with moisture. The string up her backside was buried between the soft, pillowy cheeks of her ass. Her skin was flawless, pale, and dimpled at the tops of her thighs. Lavender craned her neck to look back at Harry, her expression a mix of lust and delight.

“You asked for this,” Harry told her.

“Please, Professor,” Lavender whispered. “I’ve been so, so bad.”

Harry’s hand hovered, then landed with a crisp smack across her right cheek. Lavender gasped, and her thighs squeezed together reflexively. Harry repeated the action, and her bottom jiggled and turned pink where he connected. Each smack left her bottom pinker, and each one drew a little moan from Lavender. Parvati leaned forward, fascinated. She licked her lips and watched it all, breathing heavily.

Harry delivered half a dozen smacks, alternating cheeks. By the end, Lavender was writhing on his lap, her hands gripping the edge of the desk. She looked over her shoulder with wide, lustful eyes. “Is that all, Professor?”

He slid his palm over the stinging skin of her ass, then pressed the pad of his thumb to the string of her thong and tugged it aside. Her pussy was right there, glistening wet, and the lips were swollen and pink. Harry ran a finger down the seam of her pussy, and Lavender trembled, letting out a cute whimper.

“You’re wet,” he said quietly.

Lavender answered breathlessly. “I can’t help it. You make me so wet.”

Harry released her and patted her bottom. “Stand up,” he commanded.

Lavender staggered upright, her face flushed and her hair wild. She made no move to adjust her skirt or thong. She just stood there trembling with her thighs pressed tightly together. Harry turned to Parvati. “Your turn.”

Parvati’s jaw dropped in mock outrage, but her eyes were sparkling with mischief. Harry could tell that she was thrilled. “Me? But I didn’t do anything wrong!”

Harry crooked a finger. “I’m sure you’ve done plenty wrong, Miss Patil. Get over here.”

Parvati looked at Lavender, who was still flushed and breathing heavily. Parvati giggled and walked around the desk. She stood right in front of Harry, her legs parted slightly, and looked him in the eyes. She reached under her skirt and slid her panties down. They were navy blue, tiny, and damp. She stepped out of them and then handed them to Harry.

“Keep them as evidence of my misdeeds,” she said cheekily.

Harry grinned in spite of himself and draped the panties over the edge of the desk. “Very thorough, Miss Patil.”

Parvati bent over his lap, and her skirt bunched up around her waist. Her ass was darker than Lavender’s, but the skin was equally smooth and flawless. She was bare beneath the skirt, and Harry saw the faintest shimmer of wetness at the top of her thighs.

He placed his hand on her back and smoothed his palm over her ass. Parvati wiggled it and looked back, her eyes taunting him. “Don’t hold back, Professor,” she said. “I like it hard.”

Harry chuckled and shook his head. He spanked her with a quick smack, building in intensity. Parvati bit her lip and suppressed a yelp at first, but soon she was moaning with each smack. Her pussy gleamed in the light, and her lips were puffy and wet. Harry could smell her arousal. With each impact, the scent grew stronger.

After a minute, Parvati’s thighs were quivering. Harry slid his hand down, parted her legs, and ran a finger up the length of her slit. She shuddered and buried her face in the crook of her elbow. “Oh, Professor,” Parvati whispered through a moan.

Harry found her clit and circled it with his thumb. Parvati squirmed, arched her back, and let out a muffled scream as she came. Her pussy pulsated and leaked onto Harry’s fingers. Lavender watched with her hand buried between her own legs, two fingers stroking her soaked thong.

Harry eased Parvati upright. She straightened slowly, her legs unsteady. She blinked at Harry, smiling with lazy satisfaction. “So,” Harry said, his voice steady. “Do you understand the consequences of your actions?”

Lavender shook her head, and her blonde curls bounced around. “I think we’ll need more reminders, Professor,” she said, tongue licking over her lips.

Parvati smiled wickedly. “We’ll be very, very bad,” she promised.

Harry looked at the clock. It was only half past seven. He stacked the essays and watched the girls. They made no move to get dressed. Instead, Parvati perched on the edge of his desk with her skirt still hiked up. Her bald pussy was proudly on display. Lavender leaned against his shoulder, giggling softly.

Harry sat back in his chair. He could already tell detention would need to become a regular event.