I
Ms. Sarah was in her final year at Hogwarts. Her attitude for the rest of the year was cautiously optimistic; indeed she had scored highly in all of her O.W.L.s her fifth year and with the N.E.W.T.s this coming year she was sure that she would do well on them. In all of her classes she was the first to raise her hand and give the correct answer, or to demonstrate the correct swish and flick for the Wingardium Leviosa spell. While winning the admiration of her professors, some of her peers referred to her as a goody-goody and a professor's pet.
This year, as in every year previous, there was a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. He appeared older than he was, his beard doing much to disguise and age his face. On the first night back at Hogwarts, when this Professor was introduced, Ms. Sarah felt a twisting, churning sensation deep in her loins. This professor was handsome!, she thought to herself, straightening the front of her skirt, both in nervousness and to make sure she had not produced a wet spot. Unbeknownst to her classmates, she rarely, if ever, wore underwear.
That next morning, nervous excitement coursing through her, Ms. Sarah walked through the throngs of students, many first years confused, turned-around and wandering aimlessly, towards her Defense Against the Dark Arts class. She arrived much earlier than many of the other students and so chose a seat closest to his desk. He himself had not yet arrived and Ms. Sarah looked about the room, at various diagrams that demonstrated defensive spells, from simple blocks, to rebounding and simple animation spells. His desk was pushed off to the side leaving a large open space in the front for demonstrations.
The clock chimed, bringing her attention back to the present and startling her; she had been daydreaming and thinking, not noticing that the room had filled up and nearly fifteen minutes had passed since she first sat down.
A door at the back of the classroom opened and out stepped their new professor.
He's much more handsome up close, she thought, resting one hand in her lap to cup herself discreetly. I know what I'll think about tonight. When he spoke, it was certain she would think only of him the rest of the day. His voice was a deep timbre, rumbling from his chest, and was enough to set stirrings amongst most of the women in the room. But Ms. Sarah was closer, and she felt, if he were to speak close to her, the vibrations would set her quim to quivering, and her hard nub'd clit would vibrate in resonance and make her come in a moment.
"Class I realize that this position has the unfortunate habit of wearing out professors every year. As you are all seventh years, it doesn't matter if this is the first or the only year.
"In this year I will take the time to prepare you for real dark forces. You have a lot of theoretical knowledge but not practical. I will be teaching you to actively defend yourself.
"Many of you may be asking yourself 'what does he know about defense?' Let me tell you. I have been involved in more than twenty duels, within the last two years only. I studied under Alistair Moody himself, before he absolutely withdrew from normal society. I had served as a guard for the Minister of Magic himself. I have fought any number of magical creatures, from werewolves to trolls to inferi."
He listed a few more of his credentials, crisply describing two duels and one of his more grisly interactions with a werewolf, and then asked the class what they had studied their previous year. Ms. Sarah raised her hand, rather too excitedly, causing a spate of tittering amongst her female classmates. He called upon her and she delivered rather breathlessly a run-on listing of their class, along with her own commentary. She wanted to be in this professor's good graces.
He mulled over what she said and asked if they had learned stupefy. They nodded. Petrificus totales? Yes.
He withdrew to his classroom and returned with two freestanding dummies. He waved his wand, seeming not to speak a word and the dummies achieved a semi-lifeness with movement.
"Now, you, stand here and demonstrate stupefy," he motioned to Ms. Sarah.
She scrambled out of her seat in her haste to comply. She took up a dueling stance. She waved her wand and shouted stupefy. Her mouth failed and she shouted out "sputefy".
The class roared with laughter. Ms. Sarah's face fell and her face contorted in embarrassment and horror and shame, that this professor was witnessing her failure. He regarded the class with a stern look that silenced them in an instant.
Looking at her slump-shoulder form, he addressed her. "No. The word is stupefy."
He bade her sit down and she shuffled back to her seat with her eyes cast down.
The rest of the class period she remained quiet.
That night she cast a silencing spell around her bed to make sure she would not be heard. She called to mind the professor's voice and his face. His presence solidified before her as she slid her hand under the pyjamas she wore. She found herself, as expected, wet. Her fingers slid in slightly and teased her tucked-away inner folds. Her head lolled back against the pillow as she let go of her embarrassment and found relaxation. She tucked her thumbs under the waist band and lifted her buttocks from the bed, just enough so the pyjama bottoms could be lowered to her knees. Settling back into her bed, her left hand cupped her sex and slapped it softly a few times.
Sliding up a little, she spread her opening with her left whilst her right sought out and rubbed her hardened nub of a clit. A sharp hitched exhale of breath escaped her mouth. So soon into this she knew that this was a different experience. She was feeling much different than she had before, more so than any time when she fantasized about any other man. As she rubbed her clit a little more, her gasps and moans came louder and faster. Safe that she was not heard, her vocalizations were given full life. Nothing was stifled or held back. As one finger, and then a second slid into her, she moaned her professor's name.
Hitting and riding her orgasm she screamed his name. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" she implored, imagining he had slid and filled and stretched her, his cock hitting and rubbing up against her clit and driving her further into sexual ecstasy.