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Submitting Info:
Stacked with: Hogwarts (Post Term 16); Ministry (Pre-Open); MC4A (Summer Year 5)
Individual Challenges: Red Dress; Red Lights; Red Bull; Red Wave; Happy Birthday; Red & Green Heart; Slytherin MC; Magical MC; Magical MC; Rian-Russo Inversion; Ethnic & Present; Criminal MC; Criminal MC; Professor MC; Ship Sails; Hold the Mayo; Lunar Era; Old Shoes (Y); In a Flash; Bucket Listing (Y); Two Cakes (Y); Eating Cake (Y); Green Ribbon
House: Slytherin
Ministry Challenges: Aug Bingo [D4](Porn w/o Plot);
Other Hogwarts Challenges: 365 [169](Venomous); 1000 Prompts Challenge [229](Rage); Days of the Year [Jul3/Disobedience Day](Adult breaking the rules); Shark Awareness Day [16](Mistaken Identity); Romance Awareness Month [12](Severus Snape/Harry Potter);
Other MC4A Challenges: CM [5B](Whip/Crop); Chim [Gyv]("King" - Florence & the Machine; Life/Death; Crimson);Fire [x3](Basic); Garden [Lemonade (Dress/Skirt)]; Harvest [AUs (Teacher/Tutor); Relationships (Employee); Tropes (Slice of Life)];
Representation(s): Desi Harry Potter/Severus Snape; Blue Canary AU; Second War Era; Chim Song Prompt
Primary & Secondary Bonus Challenges: Lyre Liar; Muck & Slime; Abandoned Ship; In the Trench; Second Verse (Persistence Still; Middle Name; Unwanted Advice; Lock & Key; For the Vine; Lovely Coconuts); Chorus (Odd Feathers; Wabi Sabi; Bee Haven; Fizzy Lemonade; Machismo; Peddling Pots; Mouth of Babes; Tomorrow's Shade; Larger than Life; Unicorn; Wind Beneath); Demo 1 (Bad Beans; Under the Bridge); Demo 2 (Sitting Hummingbird; Call Me Dantes)
Tertiary & Generic Bonus Challenges: CM (Briar; Notch; Yogin); Once (Santa Fe); War (Monomania; Sanctuary; Ennui); TY (Enfant; Avasa); T3 (Terse; Toad); SN (Rail; Negate); FR (n/a); O3 (Oath)
Word Count: 747 words

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Harry did not like when the Professor visited.

In the three years since the Madam had brought Harry to the Blue Canary and allowed him to make it his home, Harry had gotten more than a few regular patrons. The Professor was one of them. In fact, the Professor had been the very first patron that Harry had ever served, as the man had been the one to win the bidding during Harry's graduation auction. Some of Harry's earlier patrons had stopped requesting him as he had lost many of his more childish features, but the Professor hadn't been one of them.

It wasn't necessarily the types of things that the Professor wanted. The man wasn't consistent in his requests, though he did seem to have only two sets of them. Harry definitely had his preferences on which set he enjoyed more. Luckily, it was the things that the Professor tended to request the most.

The Professor liked to have Harry dress up in the same pretty lingerie that the girls wore. Sometimes, he even requested regular clothes like that, too. A frequent outfit was one that was just a crimson and violet plaid miniskirt, a cream button-up shirt, and dove-gray knee-length socks. Underwear didn't often get paired with the outfit, but when it did, it was always some kind of panty. Harry didn't mind wearing the feminine clothing. In fact, he always enjoyed wearing the pretty things. He enjoyed how beautiful he felt while wearing them.

The Professor was never one of the patrons who wanted to stretch Harry personally, but during this type of sessions, he was gentle enough that it rarely mattered. Not that it was often an issue anyway, given how many patrons he serviced on any given day. The Professor would take forever to sink into Harry, even without removing any of the clothing he had requested that Harry wear more than necessary to get his cock to Harry's well-lubed hole. Then he would fuck Harry slowly while murmuring praise and endearments. And even if the Professor called him by a different name, one meant for a girl, it still was one of the nicer kind of sessions that Harry spent with patrons.

But occasionally, the Professor didn't want any of that. He would request Harry already be naked or that he would wear slacks and a masculine button-up shirt. If he requested that Harry be naked, Harry knew to expect the session to include either a crop or a flogger. Sometimes the Professor would use a paddle to just spank Harry. Then he would fuck Harry fast and rough while calling him venomous names or cursing him out. If Harry didn't thoroughly prep himself before such a session, he would regret it the next day.

If the Professor requested Harry wear slacks, however, no amount of prep would prevent Harry from being in pain for days afterwards. During those sessions, the Professor would be even more enraged than Uncle Vernon had ever been. That rage would fill their session. The Professor would be violent and cruel. He would hit, both with his fists and his open hand. He would bite and scratch and choke. He would yank Harry around by whatever part he grabbed. The clothes that the Professor had insisted Harry wear would be ripped beyond repair.

If he fucked Harry instead of forcing his cock down Harry's throat, the Professor would be brutal. He would deliberately make it hurt. Harry had never been so thankful for the Madam's training on accepting pain from his cock and balls as he was during these sessions with the Professor. The things that the Professor would say and the way that he would say them reminded Harry a lot of what Aunt Petunia used to say to him. They would echo in Harry's head for days afterwards.

Harry worried that one day, the Professor might go too far. He didn't fear death, not really. Death was inevitable. He had accepted years before he had met the Madam that he was likely to die young. What he feared was being injured in some way that prevented him from being able to work. Even if he had many patrons requesting him, there was no guarantee of that continuing if he became too scarred or disfigured. If he wasn't useful, the Madam would not hesitate to send Harry away.

There was things that Harry might not like about it, but the Blue Canary was his home.