Minerva was not happy. Term had barely started and Potter was already in her office. She had actually been taking a nap when there was a rap at her door from Filch. The moment she gave him permission to enter, she received an earful. She could see Potter standing behind him, looking disgruntled and a little sheepish. She gave him a stern look before focusing on what Filch was saying; apparently Potter was caught with his wand against Draco Malfoy's throat. Malfoy claimed Potter was trying to curse him. Potter's response to this was to hiss “You'd deserve it!” which did not help the situation at all.
Minerva dismissed Filch from her office. Alone with Harry, Minerva beckoned him to sit down across from her.
“This is serious, Potter,” she said, adjusting her glasses.
“But he—!” Potter began, looking pleading at her.
“I don't care what he did!” Minerva snapped. “You shouldn't be holding your wand to any part of any student for any reason. Do you understand me?”
He flinched at her hard tone and, despite being obviously disgruntled, nodded and said, “Yes, Professor…”
Minerva leaned back in her chair and sighed, feeling a bit guilty. She had been dreaming before being rudely awoken by Filch's knock. It was a good dream, too. Being pulled from it in such a harsh manner left her irritable. She couldn't quite recall the details now, but she could feel the effects on her body still.
Arousal.
She knew it involved her and a handsome man on a beach together. It started off with him applying sunscreen to her and taking a long time when he got to her thighs. Just before the dream got to the good part, Minerva was jolted awake by the unpleasant bang at her door. Filch's ugly face would have completely ruined how hot and bothered she was if it were not for Potter also being there. She had always found his boyish face to be appealing. His emerald green eyes and his messy hair that was so much like his father’s. He only grew more handsome as the years went on, and Minerva had definitely noticed.
“Potter, this is cause for 100 points from Gryffindor at best and expulsion at worst,” she said, frowning at him.
Potter looked aghast, his mouth gaping like a fish out of water. “Neither of those things can happen, professor!” he said, his voice cracking from emotion. His face drained at the mention of that many points being taken from Gryffindor, and he looked downright queasy at the prospect of having to leave Hogwarts for good.
“Potter, I simply cannot just let this go…” Minerva sighed, rubbing tiredly at her eyes. It was true. Something had to be done.
“I'll do anything!” he pleaded. “Anything but either of those! Professor, please!”
Minerva tapped at her desk and took a deep breath as she gazed at him. He leaned forward, gripping the ends of the handrests. He certainly looked desperate.
But how desperate was he, actually?
“Have you ever been with a woman before, Potter…?” The words slipped out in a whisper before she really had a chance to think about them. It was a clunky way to introduce what she was getting at, but it was too late now.
Potter stared at her like she had suddenly started speaking in a new language. He opened and then closed his mouth multiple times as if he, too, had forgotten his mother tongue. He settled on, “Er… Sorry?”
“You're an attractive young man,” Minerva said. She may as well finish what she started. “I can’t help but wonder if you’ve had sex before.”
“No…” he said, blinking at her.
“That sounded uncertain,” she said, raising a humored eyebrow at him.
“I mean…” he said suddenly, but then shook his head, going silent.
No way was she going to let that go. “You mean what?”
“I… There was one girl,” he confessed, his voice low. “We were in the bathroom together and… she, uh…started to,” he gestured weakly towards his mouth. Minerva got the hint. The girl had started to suck him off. “...but we hardly got started before other girls came in.” he looked at her uncertainly. “Does that count?”
“You didn't achieve orgasm?”
“No…” he said. “I'm sorry, Professor, but why are you asking me this?”
She tapped at her desk again while maintaining her gaze on him. He was practically a virgin. That fact turned Minerva on more than she cared to admit. He was so innocent. Even though he got into lots of trouble, he was still just an inexperienced boy. He looked at her—obviously craving an answer to why she had brought them to such a topic.
She had kept a mask on up until now, but she let it fall; her eyes half closed as they were finally allowed to showcase their desire. They indulged in his face: his sharp jawline. His pretty lips. His absolutely gorgeous eyes.
He drew back in his chair, redder than ever, and squirmed under her gaze.
“You wanted an alternative…” she said gently, peering at him over her glasses. “Unless, of course, you'll take the hit to your house or expulsion after all.”
“You want…?” he looked like he could barely believe what had just clicked in his mind, “...Me?”
Minerva just stared at him. She'd let him figure it out himself. He could say yes or no. But if he said no to this then he'd have to say yes to one of her original options. He spent a long time considering this. She wondered what was going through his head. Did the other two options not seem as bad anymore? Was he going to call her a creep and ask for the next train ride home? It was to Minerva's pleasant surprise when he eventually gave a tentative nod and said, “Okay then…”
Finally.
“On your feet,” she commanded.
He awkwardly stood from his chair and watched as she walked to his side of the desk, moved his chair out of the way, and used a spell that put all the contents of her desk on a neat pile on the floor. She undid her wizarding robes so they fell open, and pulled down her knickers. She was not wearing a bra, so she stood naked, looking like she was wearing an open bathrobe. Potter slightly gaped at her. Even if she was too old for him, he was probably still enraptured at the sight of a naked woman standing before him. Or maybe she was just flattering herself. “Take your pants off,” she said. She had no intention of letting him inside of her just yet, but she liked watching him obey her. He started before fumbling with his belt, undoing his zipper, and letting his pants fall.
Even soft, he was big. Minerva wouldn't say it, but she thought his lack of luck with women thus far was because they didn't know what he was packing. His public hair was an attractive mess—much like the hair on his head. Not to mention that the embarrassed look on his face was such an adorable turn on. He played with the hem of his shirt, clearly embarrassed to be so exposed in front of his professor. She purred quietly. The embarrassment on his boyish face sent a wave of heat between her legs. One mute spell to the door ensured nobody would bother them.
“Come here, Potter,” Minerva said. “On your knees.”
Surprise crossed his face. Minerva supposed he had been expecting her to instruct him to enter her. Nonetheless, he obeyed and dropped to his knees right between her legs. She reached down to part her lips for him. She played with herself slightly, a little moan escaping her lips. Potter blushed and, to Minerva's delight, looked entranced. She touched herself a bit more, making sure to coat her fingers before pressing them to Potter's lips. He was stunned, but did not protest when she moved past his lips to caress his tongue. His eyes fell to half their size as he focused on the taste. A low groan escaped him, arousing Minerva more; he was moaning just from the taste of her!
She drew her fingers out of his mouth, pleased when he whimpered and slightly jerked after them. She gripped his hair to keep him in place, further excited by the prospect of her slick and saliva covered fingers getting on his handsome locks. She scooted further off the desk until her pussy was flush with his mouth, and gasped at the contact. His nose was at the perfect angle to tease her clit. Potter started, apparently not expecting Minerva to shove his face into her pussy, but then—after getting to taste her slick again—began lapping at her. He started slow at first but soon increased in speed. Minerva gently thrusted against him, wanting his nose to rub against her clit. She moaned; Potter's tongue, despite its obvious inexperience, felt amazing.
Maybe she was just flattering herself, but she liked to think that her moans gave him more confidence. He got closer to her and gripped her thighs possessively—like a dog with food it didn't want to share. In turn, Minerva gripped his hair tighter and thrusted more fervently. Suddenly, he pulled away from her. She almost scolded him before he wrapped his mouth around her clit and began to suck it.
“Ah!” Minerva cried. She was long past what anyone could consider a “girl”, but the sound she just made was definitely reminiscent of a girlish shriek. She could feel Potter smile, but she was too focused on her approaching orgasm to feel any shame. He licked at her nub and even drew it in between his teeth. Minerva held his head in place and wrapped her legs around his shoulders as she came. It seemed to surprise him because he gurgled. Minerva did not let him move until ten seconds after her last spasm hit—he had begun to look a bit purple. She unwrapped her legs from around him, and he pulled back with her cum all over his nose, lips, and chin. Thin lines of it connected from her pussy to him, and even though she had just cum, she could feel herself getting turned on again.
“Can I stand, professor?” He asked softly. “My knees are starting to hurt…”
She nodded at him. He looked a mess. His glasses were askew; his hair messier than usual and wet where she had held him; his penis stood erect, red, and throbbing. She must've been staring, because he adjusted his shirt so it fell lower, slightly covering his manhood.
“Is that…all?” he asked. His downcast gaze drifted up; his voice held uncertainty.
“What are you planning to do about that?” she asked him, pointing at his erection.
“Oh… I figure I'd just take care of it privately.” Even though he had just eaten her out, mention of him touching himself sent a shade of pink right to his cheeks.
“You plan to walk from here to your dorm with an erection? Honestly, Potter.”
“You mean…?”
“What else?” Minerva raised an eyebrow at him. “But first…” She had been dying to get her hands on his young body. She got off the desk, closed the space between them, and pushed him backwards until he was flush against the door. She began feeling him up. He was skinny, yes, but years of quidditch practice doesn't leave people with no muscle. His pecs were defined, and his biceps curved attractively, and Minerva could feel the outline of his abs through his shirt. Slick once again formed between her legs. She could feel it drip to her thighs—her pussy unable to hold all of it. She reached under his shirt to get a feel of him without any barriers.
Oh yes, Potter was shaping up to be quite the man indeed. His penis poked against her mound, and she could've sworn that he was making the tiniest of thrusts against her. She reached to grip him. She gave him one stroke, just to watch his reaction; he parted his lips and grunted shamelessly.
“Sit,” Minerva commanded. She pushed down on his shoulders and took a step back so he could slide down against the door and sit with his legs out in front of him—his nose brushing right against Minerva’s pubic hair. Even still, he was gazing up at her with those gorgeous green eyes, just waiting for her to say what she wanted. She was standing on either side of him and she lowered herself down to where she was supported on her knees. She reached down to grip his member again; lining it up to where she wanted it. He was watching with a half-lidded gaze as she worked. Holding eye contact with him, she lowered herself the rest of the way on to his penis. They both gasped when she slid down all the way to his mound. He felt much bigger on the inside, and stretched her so well. Minerva was pleasantly, deliciously, filled. She let her head fall back, her eyes closed as she focused on the full feeling of Potter within her. He seemed to be enjoying himself, too. He had groaned when he slid into her, his cute lips parting as he gazed at their joined forms.
Minerva wrapped her arms around his neck and started to gently thrust against him. She wasn’t in a rush for this to end and she wanted to feel him move inside of her. She grunted as she did this, completely focused on her own pleasure. She gazed down at him when she increased her pace; she was turned on to see that, despite everything, Potter still looked slightly disconcerted by the fact his professor was riding his cock. Oh, the way he cared for his house! Her house. Was it any wonder she was willing to give him this alternative? She hoped he knew that if he were someone like Neville, she would’ve never dropped her draws for him. He was special. And, oh, the way he so desired to be here at Hogwarts. It was adorable. She brought his face to the valley in between her breasts; he grunted, surprised by his sudden loss of air, but she loved the feeling of her breasts sandwiching him. She bounced in his lap, feeling his dick enter and renter her over and over again.
“Professor,” Potter gasped after a while; his hands came to rest on her hips as if to stall her. “I’m going to…”
“It’s okay, Potter…” she said. She was too old to worry about pregnancy. He could cum as much as he wanted.
He let out a strangled cry and gripped her hips hard. The next moment, Minerva felt his hot spurts against her walls. He arched his back as he came inside her and even reached to grab her ass to bring her closer to him. His body went limp, but Minerva rode him a bit more before she also finished. He whined as she did this—his penis no doubt sensitive. She let out a satisfied moan as she came; a mixture of her cum and his splattering against her things and his lap. She stayed like that for a few moments, needing a second to regain her strength and not wanting to give up the feeling of being filled just yet. With bated breaths, she tried to remember the last time she had had sex like that.
Potter’s face was attractively flushed; the desire to kiss him manifested in her heart, but she would do no such thing. This was purely a professional matter. There was no need to add a romantic step. She didn't need him getting the wrong idea.
With a bit of effort, she got off of him. Her knees protested after being in their position for so long, but Minerva refused to let her age show. She fixed her robes and ordered Potter to stand up and stay still. His penis once again lay limp, covered in both of their juices, and Minerva loved the sight more than she was willing to admit. The way it matted his pubic hair and made his thighs glisten. He breathed hard, his lips still parted as his eyes swam with a look like he was grappling with what had just happened.
Minerva said an incantation to get rid of the drops of cum that hand landed on the hem of his shirt, said, “Don’t get yourself into trouble again, Potter,” and dismissed him from her office. He hurriedly pulled on his pants, and Minerva watched his hair as it caught in the light. Parts of it still glistened with her slick from where she had gripped him earlier. As he passed the other students, they would see it, but only he and her would know the truth.
Minerva loved her house. She did. She didn’t want anyone causing trouble for it, but as she watched Potter leave, she found the tiniest voice in her head hoping that he wouldn’t heed her warning at all.