Warning: This story contains mature scenes of a sexual nature. If this bothers you, please leave now.
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LAST DAYS OF SCHOOL
Summary: Daphne Greengrass, newly appointed DADA teacher, gets seduced and used by her student.
The students of Daphne Greengrass's Seventh Year class took their seats as the bell rang, signalling the start of the period. Although the school year was almost over, some of the students were still attentively taking out their textbooks and wands and placing them on the desks, while most sat in their chairs with not a single care in the world. Daphne organized her desk for a moment as the rest of the students trickled in. She ran a hand through her long blonde hair before addressing the class.
"Okay class let's start by discussing the reading from over the weekend. Did everyone remember to do the reading assignment?" Daphne said looking at the students of her class seeing the dull bored expressions across all their faces.
Daphne Greengrass was a pretty new teacher to the school, with this being only her first year teaching, on a probationary basis. After the Second Wizarding War, she had originally went into working at the Ministry of Magic, but wanted to give teaching at Hogwarts a try and see which she preferred better. The school year was almost over and her class was filled with nothing but 17 and 18 years old seniors that were pretty much already graduated and done with school, just waiting for the days to end.
"Did anyone do the readings?" Daphne asked, not seeing anyone raising their hands to discuss the chapter. "How about you Mr. Smith," Daphne said pointing to one of the Gryffindor boys, Henry Smith, in the back of the room.
"I didn't get a chance to do the reading this weekend as we all were pretty much hung-over from the celebratory party after the NEWT's." Henry answered.
"Oh, and how about you Mr. Hawthorns?" she asked pointing to one of the Slytherin boys, Wallace Hawthorns, who had been a bit of a layback yet also cynical and confrontational student this past year.
"Why does it really matter? We are all done here, we don't need to do any of this work; it's a waste." Wallace explained with a smirk.
Daphne should have known better then to call on Wallace. He had been a pain in her backside all year and today wasn't going to be any different.
"Mr. Hawthorns this is an important part of your DADA curriculum. Everyone needs to understand these spells." Daphne explained to him.
"Well Prof. Greengrass, no offence but clearly the board doesn't think so. Since none of this will alter our grades, or risk us not getting into our new jobs, this seems like a big waste of time," Wallace stated his point of view.
"Mr. Hawthorns, please stay back after class." Daphne said before picking on the long brown-haired Maggie Jane, who in true bookworm and kiss-up fashion, had read the chapters and had a deep opinion on the spell theory.
The rest of the class time went by and as the bell rang, the students quickly collected their bags and started leaving the class. Wallace stayed behind and waited until he was alone with his teacher as instructed.
"Okay Hawthorns, you have been a bit of a pain all year. Why is that?" Daphne asked her student just after the classroom door closed leaving them alone.
"I just like being a trouble maker" Wallace said with a chuckle.
"I've talked to the other teachers; you don't seem to bother them as much as my class." Daphne responded.
"Well what can I say, you're just more fun Prof. Greengrass." Wallace replied with a chuckle from his seated position at his desk.
"What is that supposed to mean Mr. Hawthorns? You don't give any of the other teachers this much grief. So why do you have to be such a back pain for me?" Daphne retorted her face scrunching up a little in frustration.
"Do you want the real answer Professor?" Wallace asked, raising an eyebrow and grinning as he looked at Daphne, brushing his messy brown hair away from his blue piercing eyes.
"Yes," Daphne replied sternly, a bit excited that she may be having a breakthrough with her most troublesome student.
Wallace stood up from his seat. At the height of 5'11 he was a decently tall kid, taller than Daphne for sure, who was only 5'6 or maybe 5'7 on a good day. Daphne looked at the young man from head to toe as he stepped closer to her desk. He was dressed rather casually, with his shirt untucked and sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and his green-and-silver tie loosened. Wallace stopped, standing right in front of Daphne's desk, placing his hands on the table and leaning in to her face.
"I like teasing you. I like the way that face of yours looks when you're uncomfortable." Wallace said plainly.
"I – I -, what?" Daphne responded a bit shocked and confused at how direct her student had just gotten, and how he stood over her as she sat in her chair at the desk across from him.
"Well I need to go to my next class now Professor, so if you want to keep talking I guess you will need to see me after school." Wallace said standing back up and grabbing is bag, before walking out of the room, leaving his teacher stunned and very confused.
"Afternoon class, everyone please take your seats" Daphne Greengrass said as the bell once again rang and her students flooded into the room from the hallways and into their seats.
With only a short handful of days until the end of the school year, more and more of the Seventh Year students were losing interest in school work and just goofing around in class with their friends. With this being her first year teaching, and the curriculum being revamped in the last few years by Headmistress McGonagall, Daphne didn't quite know what to do. She had asked some of her fellow professors what to do and the main answer was to just slack off with them, since nothing really mattered on the final days. Most of them though, with their strict reputations, were hardly having any difficulty maintaining decorum in their classrooms.
On top of all that for Daphne to think about, she was still stuck on her interaction with her student Wallace from yesterday. He had always been a pain in her back, but the way he confronted her yesterday, and saying how he liked to tease her made her blush and feel confused; he may be an 18 year old young man, but she was a teacher and he was her student.
"We will be going over yesterday's case study, so everyone please open up your books and let's discuss the actions that the Aurors made during their raid." Daphne said.
As expected, only a few students in the class bothered to take out their textbooks while the rest stared blankly or drew in their notebooks. This time Daphne did not call on Wallace or any of the students that didn't have the books out. She taught the class and interacted with only the small amount of students that bothered to take out the book. Through the entire lesson, Daphne could feel and see Wallace looking at her, his blue eyes scanning over her. She couldn't say anything in the moment, but she knew she had to do something. As the bell rang signalling the end of class, the students started to get up and head out of the room. Daphne's heart was beating as she looked at Wallace, debating on her next more.
"Mr. Hawthorns -" Daphne said stopping Wallace as he made his way to the door.
"Yes Professor?" Wallace replied, his eyes scanning over her like a predator looking at a piece of meat.
"I would like to talk to you for a moment about your actions yesterday." Daphne said, trying to act as professional as possible as the last few students walked past her and Wallace, leaving the classroom.
"I have a class to get to, so I'll meet you here after the school day." Wallace said before walking out of the room.
Daphne was a bit shocked at the way Wallace responded to her yet again. There was nothing she could do since he had already walked out of the room. She would just have to wait until the end of the school day to confront her student about his behaviour.
The last bell of the day rang and Daphne Greengrass's students collected their belongings and headed out the door into the halls. The school day had been pretty normal, with the exception of her student Wallace. He had been on her mind since yesterday, and even more since class earlier when he had said he would stop by at the end of the day to talk. Daphne cleaned up her desk and packed her bag as the clock ticked away, waiting for Wallace to show up. First, one minute... then two... then five... and then ten minutes passed. Daphne started to think that Wallace wasn't going to show up, which for some reason really upset her.
"You wanted to talk to me Prof. Greengrass?" came a voice from the doorway.
Daphne looked up and saw Wallace standing in the door, his backpack hanging off of one shoulder. She looked at the young man for a moment, looking him over from his tousled hair to his plain white shirt and slacks and boots.
"Yes, come in." Daphne said motioning for Wallace to walk into the room and come over to her desk.
Wallace walked in, placing his bag at the door and closing it behind him; leaving the two of them alone in the room, not visible to anyone passing by.
"I wanted to talk about your attitude lately Wallace." Daphne said trying to maintain her professionalism in front of this young man.
"What about my attitude, Daphne?" Wallace asked.
"It's Prof. Greengrass. You are my student and will call me by my proper title." Daphne said, blushing a little.
"I like Daphne better, your last name is a bit mouthful" Wallace said with a smirk.
Daphne looked up at the young man, who despite being only 18 years old, was taller than her. She felt his deep blue eyes running down her body as he gave that smile of his. She chose to ignore his comment and proceed with her rehearsed comments.
"Wallace, you have been a bit rebellious this whole year in my class. Skipping classes, coming unprepared, mouthing off; I have spoken to your other professors and they don't seem to have this problem with you. We are so close to the end of the year, why are you acting out now? I don't want to have to call your parents about this." Daphne explained.
"Oh, you have been talking about me with the professors? I'm flattered. But I don't think we need to get my parents involved, especially since I am an adult and won't even be your student anymore in a few days." Wallace retorted.
"Then what is your issue exactly? Do you have a problem with my teaching?" Daphne asked.
"Well, I don't have a problem with your teaching, but I may have an issue." Wallace said.
"And what might that be?" Daphne questioned.
Wallace leaned over the table closer to Daphne and smiled before opening his mouth to answer.
"You're too cute Daphne." Wallace said.
Daphne's eyes got wide and her skin blushed red hearing her student's response. She tried to keep her composure, however that was getting harder and harder as Wallace continued to speak.
"I have sat in this class all year listening to you talk about assignments and work, all while you have that nice body and that cute face. You tell us to read a chapter when all I want to do is rip off your clothes and use you as my personal fuck toy; it's all very distracting." Wallace calmly elaborated.
If Daphne wasn't as red as a Howler at this point, it would have been a miracle. Her body felt hot and her head was a bit fuzzy. She didn't know what to say as she looked blankly at her student. Wallace took Daphne's moment of shock to walk around the table and stand next to her, looking down at her.
"If you want to be a good teacher, maybe you should help me with my problem." Wallace said placing his hands on his teacher's waist and slowly pushing her against the wall.
"Wallace, I - " Daphne started to speak before her student's lips pressed up against hers and their tongues thrashed around in their mouths together.
Daphne didn't know what was happening, or what to do. She was trapped in this moment of bliss. Somewhere in her mind she knew everything happening was wrong, but it didn't matter at the moment. All that mattered was her doing what Wallace wanted. The teacher felt the hands of her student move over her body, grabbing her ass and fondling her D-cup breasts through her clothes.
Wallace's hands quickly went from over the clothes groping to under Daphne's shirt, stopping the kissing only to lift her top off over her head, revealing her green laced bra. Daphne looked up at her student as his deep blue eyes looked right back at her and into her soul. Wallace smiled as he looked down at his attractive teacher, her face flushed red and her heavy breathing making her bra clad tits move up and down.
"Well I should head home now; or should I fuck my teacher's brains out over her desk?" Wallace said keeping his eyes fixed on Daphne to see her reaction.
"I... you... this ..." Daphne muttered unable to form a sentence.
"Well if you don't want me to fuck you, I guess I'll head back to my dorm" Wallace said, moving away from Daphne and heading towards the classroom door.
"Wait!" Daphne shouted out to her student who stopped for a moment to see what his teacher would say next.
"I need you to fuck me Wallace! Bend me over my desk and have your way with me!" Daphne blurted out before covering her mouth with her own hands, shocked by what she just said out loud.
"Well - I can't refuse you now Daphne" Wallace said with a grin looking back at her.
In what seemed like one swift motion, he moved back over to his teacher, grabbing her in his arms and kissing her. Daphne felt the young man's hands all over her body once again. She ran her hands over his body and down to between his legs feeling his hard cock inside his pants. Wallace grabbed his teacher's head by her blonde hair and guided her down to her knees, her face right in front his crotch. He opened up his pants, pulling out a thick pulsing cock.
"Suck it, Professor." Wallace commanded, looking down at his teacher.
Daphne obeyed without much thought, and within seconds her mouth was filled with Wallace's hard cock. Daphne choked and gagged a bit as her student got more and more rough with her mouth, having his cock hit the back of her throat several times.
"That's it, keep going Daphne" Wallace groaned as his teacher sucked and licked him.
Once Wallace had enough of his Daphne's mouth he pulled his manhood out. Daphne looked at her student's cock, now coated slick with her own saliva.
"Get up, pull those pants down and bend over your desk." Wallace ordered.
Again, without much thought or hesitation, Daphne did as the 18 years old instructed. She pulled down her pants, revealing a matching set of black lace panties, before pulling those down as well to show her nice tight ass. Wallace's eyes scanned over his teacher, her nice slender curves begging to be grabbed and used.
"You know Professor, you have quite the nice ass" Wallace said, slapping his teacher's ass, leaving a red hand mark across her right cheek and causing Daphne to let out a little yip of excitement.
Wallace grabbed his teacher and positioned himself behind her, his cock all lubed up with her saliva. Daphne could feel the head of Wallace's dick pressing against her, before slowly entering her pussy. Although Daphne was an attractive woman, it had been almost a year since she had any sexual pleasure that wasn't from her own hands. Wallace slid all as far inside his submissive and horny teacher as he could, before beginning to slide back and forth, thrusting into her. Daphne let out little moans and gasps as he changed his pace and speed multiple times as he pumped in and out of her tight pussy.
"You like that Daphne? You like being used by your student as a fuck toy?!" Wallace said as he continued to thrust in and pull out of his teacher.
"Yes Wallace, pl-please d-don't stop! U-use m-me all you w-want!" Daphne mumbled out between thrusts and moans.
This was a dream come true for Wallace. He was living out a fantasy that so many of his fellow students would have killed to experience. And even Daphne Greengrass, who would never have admitted it or accepted it before this moment, knew this was an incredible desire of hers that was now being fulfilled.
As the two were enjoying one another, there were footsteps outside the room followed by a cat's meow. The copulating duo stopped instantly with Wallace quickly covering Daphne's mouth with his hand to keep her silent. The door to the room was closed, but in their haste, they both had forgotten to magically lock or silence it. As such, the two could immediately figure out the person who was at the door.
"What is it Mrs. Norris? Have you smelled out some naughty students causing mischief in this classroom!" the caretaker, Argus Filch's, voice said from the other side of the door.
Wallace removed his hand from his teacher's mouth and without saying a word to her Daphne knew what she was expected to do.
"Mr. Filch, this is Prof. Greengrass. I have Mr. Hawthorns here with me serving detention for his disrespectful behaviour in my class today. Please proceed with your patrolling; I will make sure Mr. Wallace returns to his d-dorm before cu-curfew." Daphne said trying to maintain her composure in the end as her student's cock once again started moving deep inside her.
"Yes Professor!" the voice said before walking away from the closed door.
"Good teacher" Wallace said giving his teacher a playful pat on her ass as he continued pumping his cock into her.
The experience was exhilarating for both of them. Maybe it was the idea of a taboo relationship or the domination/submission of the ordeal, maybe the fact they almost got caught by the caretaker, or maybe just their overwhelming sexual desires coming out after a year of classes; whatever the reasons were the two were enjoying it immensely.
After more time, Wallace finally gave his final thrusts and quickly pulled out before bursting on his teacher's tight ass and backside. Daphne could feel the warm cum coating her ass as her student let out a groan. Wallace took a step back looking at his cute blonde-haired teacher, and smiled before pulling up his boxers.
"You might want to clean yourself up Prof. Greengrass. Wouldn't want anyone to think they have a whore as a teacher." Wallace said as he finished getting dressed. Daphne was still bent over the table, mostly naked apart from her bra and her student's cum covering her bare ass.
"We should definitely do this again. I'll see you in class tomorrow" Wallace said before grabbing his book bag and heading out the door, leaving Daphne in a bit of shock and thrill.
As Daphne finally stood up and cleaned herself she thought about what had just happened and how happy and alive it made her feel. She didn't mind being her student's play toy for as long as she could be.
THE END