Hogwarts Rejection Letters

Cartel Lord One, Part One

Ms. McGonagall,

I'd really like to know what kind of drugs you are taking. That kind of good stuff is what rolls in the customers, after all. You really think a big time cartel Lord like me has the time to go to some magic school, provided magic actually did exist?

If you really think you can convince me to enroll in your school, why not come on by to my HQ/Manor. If you impress me, I might make the visit worth your while.

Sincerely,

Hadrian James Potter

High Lord of the London-based Potter Cartel

When Minerva read the letter, her heart nearly stopped. The famous Boy-Who-Lived, a bloody Drug Lord! But her sense of duty eventually won out and she flooed to the Leaky Cauldron, which was the only place in London with a public Floo connection. She then apparated to her destination. Hadrian had been correct in calling the house in front of her a manor. She knocked on the door, which was promptly opened by a teenager with spiky black hair and Avada Kedavra green eyes. "Ms. McGonagall, I presume?" he asked in greeting.

"You are correct," she replied.

"Show me this magic that you were so insistent that I am capable of," ordered Harry. Minerva promptly shifted into her animagus form and meowed.

"Incredible," said Harry, as his friends called him, appreciatively, before closing and locking the front door that the witch had entered by. "I assume you have a wand."

After shifting back, Minerva said, "You are correct."

"Relinquish your wand, Ms. McGonagall," said Harry. "I allow no one but myself and those I trust to carry weapons in my home." Minerva promptly handed over her wand. Harry studied the rune-covered stick for a few minutes before pocketing it. "Benson!"

"You called sir," a little boy who had just dashed into the room said.

"Please make our guest comfortable," said Harry. "I will meet you in the living room once everything is secure."

The little boy, who's name was Jimmy, held his hand out to the school-teacher. "Take my hand, miss. I will lead you to the living room and have the help get you some refreshments." Minerva humored the boy and took his hand, allowing him to lead her away. Once she was safely out of earshot, Harry's grin grew feral.

"Why would I need to go to a school when a fully trained witch willingly entered my domain?" he asked himself rhetorically. "Make yourself comfortable, Minerva. You will be here for a long… long time!"

He opened the panel on the wall beside the door and typed in a few digits. "Lord Hadrian," said a digital voice, "the manor is on complete lock-down. No means, Muggle or Magical, may penetrate the defenses."

"Excellent," said Harry, his feral grin returning.

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Minerva sipped the tea that a buxom brunette in a maid outfit had handed to her minutes before as she waited for Hadrian's arrival. She somehow knew that she was in for a big shock.

Think of the devil, and he will arrive. Harry walked into the library and looked the school-teacher he was planning to kidnap up and down. God, I'll enjoy breaking this one.

"Minerva, if I may call you by your given name, your offer intrigues me, but what sparks my interest is that you have given me a better offer without even realizing it," he grinned.

"What offer?" she asked, confused.

"The offer of yourself, silly!" exclaimed Harry in reply. "By freely entering my domain, you have offered yourself to me for whatever I may desire." His voice was so intoxicating that Minerva had to take a deep breath.

"Is that so?" she asked in a ragged voice, barely avoiding the urge to shake.

"Indeed," he replied. "But before I assign you to your place as my captive instructor, you must give yourself to me, as a woman gives herself to a man." That did it. The lust for affection that Minerva had buried for years, buried beneath her career and her goals for the future, a future that had yet to come, was finally set free. She kissed her captor on the lips without hesitation. When she finally separated from him for air, he smirked at her. "You poor, poor soul, so starved for affection that you kiss the man who plans to kidnap you for an untold number of years."

"Don't pity me, you vile man!" Minerva exclaimed. "Just bloody fuck me if its the bloody last thing you fucking do!"

"Tsk tsk, language Minnie," he mock scolded her. He then undid her robes with his hands, unveiling her undergarments, a black lacy bra with matching panties. He then began to sing: "She's a rebel child and a preacher's daughter. She was baptized in dirty water! Her Mamma cried the first time they caught her with me, they knew they couldn't stop her!"

"How the hell did you know that my pappy was a preacher?" asked Minerva.

"I didn't until you just told me, Minnie," he replied, grabbing the waistline of her panties and pulling them down her legs until they came off. He then continued the song: "She holds tight to me and the bible on the back seat of my motor cycle. Left her daddy standing there preaching to the choir you see! God lover her. Oh me and God love her!" He then positioned himself at her entrance. He looked at her in askance and she nodded her head with a blush. He groaned in pleasure as he pushed into her. She was warm and tight around him, her inner walls hugged his glory tightly as he pressed in until reaching her barrier. "You're a virgin?"

She nodded bashfully. "I've been far too invested in my carrier to find time for pleasures of the flesh." She felt a sharp pain as he tore swiftly thru her barrier.

"You are now mine, got it?" he asked, receiving a darker blush as she nodded. "Good, now I'm going to fuck you for real. Ready or not, here it comes." He swiftly pulled out until he was barely inside of her. "You'll feel this in the morning." With that final warning he plunged in ferociously before pulling out once more. He then fell into rhythm, pounding Minerva as she moaned an screamed his name along with strings of profanities that would make a Knockturne Alley whore blush.

"Oh fuck Harry, right fucking there," she moaned as he hit her sweet spot for the first time. She saw him grin and her moans soon grew louder as he hit her sweet spot again and again. In no time, she tightened around him as her pleasure hit its peak. "I'm cumming!

"I'm cumming too!" he called out as his balls tightened. He heard her moan as his steaming hot seed flooded into her chambers. He pulled out and hugged the older woman as she came down from her high.

"I'm not close to satisfied," Minerva said. "I've held my desire back for over seventy years since I hit puberty."

"Dear God, magic sure makes one age gracefully," observed Harry. Indeed, Minerva looked like she was in her early to mid thirties. Still a goddess by any straight male or lesbian's standards. "But I'm not damaging your pussy anymore today."

"Take my ass then," Minerva offered. She caught Harry's feral grin as it appeared and knew that she was in for a whole lot of pleasure mixed with masochistic pain.

Fin (for now)