Professor Potter by dumbles

Rating: NC17
Genres: Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 6
Published: 16/07/2006
Last Updated: 16/07/2006
Status: Completed

Harry discovers some of the perks of his new role as Defence Against The Dark Arts professor…
short one-shot smut fic. This is the actual story- my net went screwy!




1. Professor Potter
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**Title:** Professor Potter

**Summary:** Harry discovers some of the perks of his new role as Defence Against The Dark
Arts professor… short one-shot for now smut fic.

**Rating:** NC-17

**Authors Notes:** If this makes no sense or is really bad, I apologise. But it’s bed time
for me and I want to get this written before I go to sleep! Yet another idea that I’ve been stewing
over for a while and just had to write!

~*~

It was almost dark in his office as Harry sat at his desk, marking essay after essay. He
wondered why he kept setting such long essays- he remembered hating writing them when he was a
student and now he hated marking them as a teacher. Yet he still set them. It was a never ending
cycle.

He stood up and headed over to the windowsill and poured himself a glass of Firewhisky from the
bottle that always sat there. The moon was shining and it was a gorgeous night.

There was a knock on his office door and without a word he flicked his wand over the shoulder
and opened the door. He turned and watched the girl walk in.

‘You wanted to see me, Professor?’ she said sweetly, flicking her brown hair out of her
eyes.

‘Yes, I did,’ he said with a smirk. ‘I wanted to talk to you about this essay I set.’

‘Yes?’

‘Are you comfortable with the topic?’ he asked, slowly crossing the room towards her.

‘Of course,’ she replied, fixing him with a sharp, reproaching look from her dark brown
eyes.

Harry waved his wand at the door again and it quietly shut and locked. He looked at her
again.

‘So, do you think you could, er, improve your grade in someway?’

He looked her straight in the face and she nodded shyly.

‘Yes, I do,’ she said, taking a firm step towards him. She reached a hand out and brushed her
fingers over his belt buckle. A shiver ran down his spine as she undid the buckle and pulled the
belt off him like it was a whip. Her eyes never left his as she undid the buttons and zips and
pulled his pants cleanly down.

Harry groaned as she took hold of his cock and flicked her tongue over the tip. She grinned
wickedly at him and took the whole length of him in her mouth. Harry was frozen for a moment,
before his hands found her tie, which was easily removed. She stood up and looked into his face as
his hands found her buttons and he delicately undid her top.

She wasn’t wearing a bra and the shirt was quickly discarded as his hands and mouth found her
breasts. They were just the right size. They were perfect. She groaned as one hand left her breast
and traveled slowly down and started undoing her skirt.

‘Oh, professor,’ she purred as his hand rubbing the soft silk of her knickers. ‘You tease
me.’

Forgetting about the essays on his desk, he picked her up easily and laid her down on the desk
and stripped her of her underwear and quickly removed his own shirt which had been left on. He
climbed up onto the desk over the top of her and just looked at her.

‘Are you sure?’ he asked hoarsely, feeling the incredible desire to be inside her, to feel
her.

‘Of course,’ she replied, pulling his face down and kissing him long and hard. Their tongues
intertwined and their hands feverishly explored each others bodies and he lowered himself further
and further until he slipped inside her wetness.

She groaned loudly as soon as he slid inside her and he kept kissing her as he moved inside
her.

Kisses were soon forgotten as they grew swept away. Harry drove in and out with rapid speed and
she was crying out his name louder and louder. He was on the brink and so was she.

With one last thrust, he felt himself fully let go. As she screamed his name at the top of her
lungs with the feeling of her orgasm, he felt himself do the same.

‘Hermione!’ he gasped, falling on top of her sweaty body.

They lay on the desk, on top of the unmarked essays, catching their breath. He traced lazy
circles around her nipple.

‘You’ll never tire of that fantasy, will you?’ he asked as he regretfully pulled himself of her
and started trying to find his clothes.

‘Why would I, Professor Potter?’ she replied cheekily. ‘I’m doing the sexiest professor to ever
grace Hogwarts.’

‘And so am I, Professor Granger-Potter,’ he replied, kissing her gently. ‘So am I.’



