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Harry's own eyes nearly popped. She might've dressed like an old lady, but she looked only a few years older than him. Her dark red hair curled around her shoulders, freckles dotted her pale cheeks, and a pair of thick glasses framed her sharp green eyes. She yanked off her headphones, one hand pressed against her chest to slow her racing heart.
Harry held up his hands as if approaching a startled animal. "Uh, sorry about that. I didn't want to surprise you but… you can see how that worked out."
"No… oh my god! I should be the one apologizing! Almost nobody comes down here, so I always wear my headphones. It's never been a problem, and… now I made a fool of myself in front of a student." She shook her head and looked like she wanted to kick herself. "Anyway, um… how can I help you? Did a professor send you on a quest?"
"No, I came here on my own," Harry explained, searching for a way to salvage this awkward moment. "All I saw on the other floors were student workers, but I was hoping to find one of the more senior librarians."
"Senior," she laughed. "Well, I suppose I count. I'm actually the youngest on staff, so you wouldn't know it. They lock me down in this dungeon all day," she sighed. "Joke's on them, though—I love books of every kind, not just the newer ones. Anyway, what did you need?"
"I applied for a librarian assistant position and wanted to talk to someone about it. I just found out one of my grants got pulled, so I need any hours I can get."
The woman nodded but pursed her lips. "I'm sorry… um?"
"Harry Potter."
"Well, Harry, most campus positions get filled over the summer. We've already done our hiring for the year. Except… well, I doubt you'd want that particular position," she muttered.
"I'll take it. Whatever it is, I'll do it," Harry insisted.
She gave him a skeptical look. "You're a student. I don't know what your course load is like, but can you handle a few sleepless nights a week? Because we need a night clerk to prep materials for morning classes and answer the odd request from across the ocean. They don't come in often, but we'd have a better reputation if we could handle orders at any hour."
Harry's heart sank. He already had early classes and late-night study sessions. A night shift was the last fucking thing he wanted, but at least it was in the library. His other best option was washing dishes at the dining hall.
Squelching a sigh, he nodded again. "I'll do it." With any luck, he'd be able to use slow nights to get ahead on his homework—or maybe even write a bit.
Nodding, the woman extended her hand. "Perfect. I'm Hermione Granger. We're colleagues now, so you can call me Hermione. I think I know you from somewhere. Hogwarts, Gryffindor, I've been to Ravenclaws"
Harry shook her hand, noticing the softness of her palms—like she'd never seen a callus in her life, just used a little too much moisturizer. Hermione guided him to a desk near the stairway and started typing on her computer. Her thin lips pressed together, and she sighed.
"Looks like the internet's down again. You'll get used to little hiccups like that in the dungeon. We'll have to go up to the first floor. We've been much more computerized for a few years now, but still the quality of the Internet and all the links are distorted by the tides of magic "
She led him upstairs, and Harry let himself lag a step behind. It lined her waist up perfectly with his eyes. He couldn't help but admire the sway of her skirt. It concealed her well, but every step up emphasized the outline of her ass. She wore heels a couple inches high but didn't seem used to them, so she took it slow.
He sure didn't mind.
They reached the main hub of the library, where a young woman behind the desk shot Harry a sympathetic smile upon hearing the night clerk position had been filled. Hermione snapped a quick photo of him with her phone, used it to print an ID card for library access at night, then told him it would take a few days to get him into the system. She also took his phone number.
"I'll text you when you're set, and we can figure out your schedule! For the first week or two, I'll join you in the dungeon, but after that, you'll be on your own once I know I can trust you. How does that sound?"
A few nights alone with a gorgeous, if old-fashioned, librarian?
"Sounds good to me."
Harry knew it wasn't ideal, but at least his money troubles were solved. The job only paid eighteen bucks an hour, but that was a bit higher than any other gig he qualified for. Working the night shift had its advantages.
Not many, but if Harry looked hard enough, they were there.
Take Hermione, for instance. She wasn't older than him. Judging by her attitude and how easily startled she was, Harry guessed she spent most of her time alone in the library's basement. Probably didn't have many chances to meet guys, and now here he was, about to work side by side with her on some lonely nights. Who knew what might happen?
Okay, maybe Professor Malfoy's "personal lessons" were putting crazy ideas in his head, but a guy could dream, right?
As the next school week began, Harry was stuck in a melancholy mood. Sure, his new library position would ease his financial headaches, but he was about to lose a lot of sleep. Whenever his professors started talking about new topics or upcoming tests and papers, he could only picture himself roaming the dark book-filled hallways at three in the morning.
It had been a week since his last appointment with Professor Malfoy. During class, she'd switched back to a more ordinary lecture about how females from various species chose mates in the wild, comparing that to modern humans. It was interesting, but not nearly as erotic as her talk about harems.
Of course, a gorgeous woman like her didn't need to do much to get Harry excited. Just the way her eyes lingered on him during class was enough to leave him hard. He couldn't stop thinking about the "test" she'd hinted at after class, and by the time he headed for her office, he was holding a book over his waist to hide his situation.
When they reached her office, Professor Malfoy glanced at the book Harry clutched and arched an eyebrow as she closed the door. She tugged the book away and nodded. "Just as I thought. A little eager, are we?" The grin that crossed her face was downright predatory.
"I've been practicing," Harry said slowly, "and I think you'll be satisfied with my improvement."
"Ah, good. With Daphne?"
Harry's jaw dropped. How the hell did she know about that?
Then Narcissa started laughing. She reached behind her head and pulled out her hair tie, letting her luxurious blonde waves fall free. "What class do I teach, Harry? You really think I wouldn't pick up on those cues? You and that girl glance at each other a bunch of times every class, share a smile when she arrives, and often walk out together. If you're trying to keep us a secret, I hope you're making a better effort at hiding it than you are with her."
She grinned and dropped to her knees in front of him, staring at the bulge in his jeans. One of her hands came up to caress his length through the fabric.
Harry let out an awkward laugh. "Of course. I've only mentioned you to Daphne in passing, about your lectures."
"Mmm, good. What have you done with her?" Narcissa asked. When Harry's eyebrows shot up at that nosy question, she rolled her eyes. "Oh, you can tell me! I live for these stories. College is all about discovering your sexual side. You're making me nostalgic for the old days, back when I was too nervous to let loose."
As she lowered Harry's zipper and freed his cock, his pants piled at his feet. Narcissa nodded approvingly. "I won't touch you with anything but my eyes if you don't talk," she warned.
Harry was already throbbing, the sight of her hungry gaze churning something hot and restless in his gut. If he dragged this out any longer, he'd probably blow his chance to impress her on her "test."
He nodded. "Alright." Narcissa quickly gripped him at the base. "A few days into the first week, she jerked me off."
Narcissa grinned and began stroking him slowly, gently. "Good. But don't skip the details. I want to know how it happened, how you got that intimate."
Her pace picked up as Harry recounted how Daphne, shy at first, began opening up to him in the dorm.
Professor Malfoy's grip tightened when Harry mentioned Daphne's sex toys. "What were they?" she asked.
But he made her wait for the specifics until he got to the part where he used them. He realized something in that moment—Narcissa loved being teased, loved that low, electric buildup before the big release. Her lips parted when Harry explained how Daphne wanted to see his cock for the first time, and she bit her lip when he described what happened next.
"So, she got you off before I did? I'm jealous," Narcissa purred, pressing a kiss beneath his tip, then coming away with a sheen of precum on her lips.
Talking through the story, ironically, helped Harry keep from coming too soon. Narcissa was using both hands now, one over the other, pumping at a steady rhythm—neither too slow nor too fast.
Eventually, he reached the part where she'd assigned him "homework." Harry described Daphne's lotioned hands gliding along his shaft, how he erupted all over her knuckles. Narcissa looked like she might actually start drooling. Her eyes drifted shut when he described fingering Daphne and using the vibrator on her clit. Harry wondered if Narcissa was imagining herself in Daphne's place right then.
Yeah. She definitely was.
She purred once the story reached the present. "Mmm, I love that. Young, blossoming love. There's nothing better." Then she pulled out her phone, tapped a few times, and showed Harry a timer with five minutes left on it.
His eyes went wide. "You mean the time we just spent doesn't count?" He was well distracted, but that didn't mean her slick hands hadn't been drawing him toward the edge. He could feel how close he was getting, and he wasn't sure how many minutes had already passed.
Narcissa laughed in that smug, knowing way. "Oh, that was just for fun! A little warm-up, you might say. But I can see how ready you are. I'll give you a break."
From the gleam in her eyes, Harry guessed it wouldn't be that simple.
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