Disclaimer: I own nada

Rating: M

Genre: Humor/ Parody/ Romance

Dirty Detention

By DeliciousNewYork

"You're late," Professor Minerva Mcgonagall hissed at Harry as he entered the transfiguration classroom, panting. "Do I get to hear your excuse, Potter, or should I just give you a detention?" As Lavender Brown stumbled in behind him panting as well and with a smear of lipstick extending from her bottom lip down her chin and partway down her neck, the class broke into a chorus of laughter and the detentions were handed out.

Harry had gained quite a reputation as a playboy, at Hogwarts ever since Ginny and he had broken up. In a matter of months he had transformed from a shy, insecure boy to a shy, insecure slutty boy.

"Miss Brown, you will take your detention with professor Snape next Tuesday, and Potter, you will take yours with me, tonight," Mcgonagall said harshly but Harry couldn't help but notice the glint in her eye as she said it.

"Have fun with that one mate," Ron whispered sarcastically, "She's been in a bad mood all week you're fucked."

"Maybe I can change that bad mood," Harry whispered back but Ron was to busy playing footsie with Hermione to notice.

"Turn your books to page 394," Mcgonagall said as the class proceeded…

Harry ran a nervous hand through his hair cracking his neck and knuckles before entering the classroom. His mind had been on this detention all day, as much as part of him dreaded it, another part was oddly intrigued. He had felt an energy from Mcgonagall the whole class, the way she kept glancing at him over her shoulder, or the way she caressed his hand as she was instructing him on proper wand movement. Harry had been with older women, and men, for that matter, but only ever by a few years. There was something different about this, for as many times as he'd had his broomstick polished there always seemed to be something missing.

As much as he wanted to be pleasured, Harry needed more. As much as he liked to be coddled and taken care of, in a matter of speaking, Harry needed to be the hero, he needed to take care of someone else, to serve them, he needed them to need him, to scream his name in ecstasy, he wanted to be someone's drug the way sex had turned into his drug.

"Hello Potter, are you ready for a long evening of hard work and sweat?" Mcgonagall asked. Harry saw her swallow deeply and he felt his pants tighten.

"I am." He replied sauntering forward and breathing in deeply. "What do I have to do?"

"My, erm, desk, needs polishing," Mcgonagall said in a flustered voice as Harry loomed nearer. She motioned to a tin of polish and some rags, "You'll be polishing it the muggle way." She added walking stiffly to one of the student's desks and sitting atop it.

"I guess I'll get started then," Harry said in a deep voice. He slowly began to unbutton his shirt, "I don't want to get polish on it," he explained.

"Of course not," Mcgonagall replied in a tight high-pitched voice. "Well," Mcgonagall continued as Harry's shirt slid off of his naked chest, revealing toned pale flesh , "I'm, erm, going to eat my dinner then, right here, while you erm, polish-"

"Do you need the chair polished as well?" Harry asked smiling at her.

"Erm, no. That's fine."

"Then why don't you sit on it over here, beside me? I wouldn't mind the company, if you don't mind."

"I'm not sure if it would be, erm entirely appropriate…" Mcgonagall trailed off and then in a strict voice, "This isn't supposed to be enjoyable, I'm not your company I'm your professor and this is a punishment."

"Well," Harry began sauntering towards her and running a hand down his naked chest, "Can't you punish me from over here?" Mcgonagall's breath hitched as she summoned her dinner, a scrumptious taco, obviously trying to control herself.

"I'm trying to eat my taco," Mcgonagall yelled, obviously flustered.

"It looks, tasty," Harry agreed, "but maybe what you really want, is a banana."

"What are you implying Potter?"

"I have a banana you could taste, maybe I could dip it into your taco for you."

"Potter, I uh-" Mcgonagall was bright red and breathing hard.

Harry took her soft wrinkled hand and forcefully led her to the professor's chair sitting behind her desk.

"You look a little flustered, professor, why not have a cup of tea to help you calm down?" Harry said summoning a tiny teapot, cup, pitcher of milk and bowl of sugar with spoon. Mcgonagall anxiously fixed herself a cup, drinking it furiously as Harry ducked beneath the desk.

"Feeling better, professor?" Harry asked, perching his head on her lap, "Or do you still need a little… something?" At this Mcgonagall choked and in her haste dropped her spoon. Harry slid his hand beneath her long floor length robes finding the missing spoon. "Don't worry professor, I found it."

"Thank you, Potter, now give it here-" Mcgonagall ordered as Harry slid the smooth cold spoon up the inside of her soft bare leg. Harry ignored her, asking instead,

"After I finish the desk do you want me to polish your cauldron for you?" He trailed off drawing little circles on the insides of Mcgonagall's thighs with the spoon, "Maybe I could stir your cauldron first." Mcgonagall squealed in ecstasy as Harry did just that, sinking the smooth round spoon into Mcgonagall's warm wet cauldron.

"Stir it, stir it, STIR IT!" Mcgonagall screamed as Harry thrusted the spoon deeper and deeper into her cauldron, her juices bubbled as she and Harry created a potion of ecstasy.

"Professor, your potion's getting everywhere… It's so sticky and dirty… Maybe I could clean it up." Mcgonagall writhed in passion as Harry began cleaning the potion that had spilled from the cauldron in the passion of his stirring. As the taste of the potion filled his mouth Mcgonagall screamed out shuddering slightly at Harry's soft, yet vigorous touch.

"Clean it!" She yelled just as the door to the classroom opened.

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