Poppy Pomfrey was incredibly bored. She had been working as a healer at Hogwarts for pretty much as long as she could remember. She never had a different job, not that she didn’t have opportunities: There was someone from the St. Mungos every couple of years, who would ask her to join their team, as she had gained so much experience, working all by herself. And there were the countless of universities, that wanted her to teach, some even muggle-ones, that had somehow heard her name thrown around at big medical Conventions. Every now and again other opportunities came along, but Poppy Pomfrey never wanted to leave the school she had fallen in love with so many years ago when she first saw Hogwarts as she was sat in a small boat, floating across the Great Lake, incredibly nervous as what house she was going to get sorted into.
Many many years had passed since she had been a student, in Hufflepuff as it turned out, and Poppy never regretted not ever leaving for long. But now she found herself wandering up and down the rows of empty beds in her hospital wing. Day in and day out she did the same few things. Give out a potion or two to poor students that had caught the flu or a cold, stop a nosebleed every now and again. Nothing too exciting. The next Quidditch match was still weeks away and not one kid seemed to be willing to break a leg or an arm, so that she would have something to do for a couple of hours.
It wasn’t as if she wanted someone to get injured badly, but she didn’t have anything to do for the last couple of days and her routine had gotten quite tiring. She had stocked up on absolutely every potion, lotion and healing herbs there were. Her little backroom where she kept everything she might need when healing was filled to the brim. She had taken to go for long walks outside the school walls and around the great lake, but on this particular day nothing seemed to cheer her up. She almost wished for someone to fall of their broom, even though she usually hated the beloved sport, snice it indeed caused so many serious injuries.
So when Albus Dumbledore pushed open the doors to the hospital wing with a worried expression on his face she almost jumped up and down in an excited manner. Luckily she could stop herself before making an absolute fool out of herself in front of the schools Headmaster.
“Albus! What are you doing here, did something happen? I thought all classes had started already!” She asked, and managed to actually sound a little worried.
Albus Dumbledore seemed to be weirdly awkward that morning. He waddled a bit whilst walking Poppy noticed. She furrowed her brows. If there would have been an emergency he wouldn’t be this calm. He would have sent a Patronus her way. But this seemed different.
“What’s wrong?”, she asked again, taking a few steps closer to her boss.
He looked so uncomfortable now she was contemplating whether she should offer him a bed to lay down.
“Poppy”, he whispered. “Can I ask you something personal?”
Intrigued she nodded and showed him the way to her backroom, which included a desk and two very comfortable chairs. Albus sat down with his legs unnaturally spread wide and for the first time Poppy considered him to be in actual pain. Should she have kept him outside in a bed? He cleared his throat again.
“Poppy dear, I’m afraid I have a problem.”
He sighed again, taking a deep breath through his nose, obviously preparing himself for what he was about to tell her. Poppy leaned in intrigued.
“What is it Albus? Come on now, I’ve pretty much seen everything by now, you of all people should now that.” Albus nodded.
“That’s why I came to you. I’m afraid there might be something wrong with me.” He took another deep breath and began to fiddle around with his robes. Revealing his crotch he said: “Please don’t tell anyone, but this is the problem.”
He gestured to quite a large bulge in his pants. The healer raised her eyebrows.
“If that’s not a Niffler you’re hiding in there, then I’m pretty sure that’s an erection Albus.”
“Exactly.”
Poppy looked at the teacher confused. What was he hinting at?
“Uhm. Did you take the wrong potion? Have you had it for too long? Do you feel light headed?” She guessed.
“No, no it’s nothing like that”, he shook his head repeatedly.
“Then why are you sat here in my chair, with an enormous erection, talking to me, as if something’s seriously wrong? You gotta give me something to work with here Albus!” She exclaimed, huffing, as she was close to losing her temper. She had had a bad day already. Looking at the outline of an obviously nice dick she was never going to have seemed like torture. She could feel herself cling around nothing, a tingling rising in her lower region, the longer she stared at the penis.
“I’m sorry, you’re right. This-“he gestured to himself again “doesn’t happen to me as much anymore.”
Poppy Pomfrey was very close now to kicking the headmaster out of the hospital wing like she did with many young boys before, who were exploring themselves for the first time in one of her many beds. He could not seriously be here for a helping hand.
Embarrassment written all over his face, Albus looked everywhere but directly at Poppy. This was proving so much harder than he expected. He was used to everyone swooning over him, especially when he was giving them a good look at his best bit. But Poppy Pomfrey only looked sour. Fair enough, he didn’t exactly come here for a sexual favour, yet he was slightly hurt by her not being the least bit impressed by his length that was prominently pressed against the material of his pants. Giving a clear view of balls as well he realised.
Heat rose to his cheeks, marking them in a bright shade of shame.
“Don’t tell me you forgot how to get yourself off in the last couple of years” Poppy now scoffed, clearly being offended as started to rise from her chair. Her eyes were sparkling hazardously, and it became clear to Albus, that he only had one last chance to convince the elderly lady to help him before she was going to kick him out with a strong kick in his arse. Or worse maybe his balls.
“Poppy please, this is a very sensitive topic for me.”
She stood in front of him, hands on her hips, looking at him expectantly. He let out another sigh, bracing himself, for the wave of embarrassment that would wash over him once more.
“This isn’t the first time. Like, in a long time. I mean, well, I guess..” He made an indefinite gesture. Poppy only raised one eyebrow, clearly not understanding him at all.
“I’m worried there might be something wrong with me Poppy. You see, well, I am used to… not get any. Maybe one every couple of months. But this one- uh, I- it’s different. I had one last Saturday. That was three days ago. Three. That can’t be right. I thought it was only a small you know twitch at first. I get those, they don’t do any harm. It does that every now and again. To remind me I still have one I guess.” He was rambling now, he knew that. But once he had started he couldn’t stop himself. All his worries came over him again, and he was just glad to finally be able to share them with someone.
“This one is different though Poppy. I’ve had it for half an hours by now and it seems to only get worse. And I’m having all these thoughts. I can’t seem to stop myself!”
A giggle made him look up and close his mouth. Poppy Pomfrey was laughing at him. He was in a serious medical condition and Poppy Pomfrey was laughing at him.
“This isn’t funny! What if one of my arteries is blocked and all the blood now has to find a different way and I will never get rid of this if you don’t help me right now! It might be a parasite! I think I’ve read that somewhere. There’s parasites that can crawl in there and do serious harm. Don’t just stand there and laugh at me!”
Poppy was nonchalantly laughing at him now. It was getting so bad, she had to hold her stomach and bend over the back of her chair a little bit. The side view of her bum only made him twitch in his pants and he looked at her pained.
“I thought you were the only one that wouldn’t laugh at me in this situation. You made me regret coming here instead of going straight to Mungos.”
Poppy clearly tried to calm herself down, although the corners of her mouth were still twitching violently as she spoke now. “Albus, my dear. That is not possible, I promise you. And I’m positive you don’t have a parasite either, unless you’ve been weeing into the Amazonas recently. It’s perfectly normal for you to sprout erections more frequently again. You should find out what it is that arouses you this much though, if it’s something new. Oh lord, I can’t believe we’re really having this conversation. I don’t think I’ve ever spoken to a man who was scared of his own erection before.”
At that she started bursting into laughter again. Albus was feeling dizzy. All the blood that was in his body seemed to be either in his crotch or is cheeks. He couldn’t believe it. “You’re saying I’m completely normal??”
“Yes” Poppy managed to press out between fits of laughter. She almost felt terrible for laughing at him so much, but this was frankly the most exciting thing to happen to her in this caste in a long time.
“Albus you really made my day. Oh boy, I haven’t had this much fun in ages. I was getting quite bored by myself by now.”
“Oh really, do you not get as much action as you used to?” Albus asked half serious half cheekily hinting at something else.
He could see something glimmer in the healers eyes. “Well yes, I’ve been the only one around here for quite some time now, my body and mind are getting bored”
Neither of them was too sure of the others intentions, but they could feel a thick tension growing in the small room. Nervously Minerva took a glance at Albus’ crotch again. His cock was still pressed against the pant leg, practically screaming at her to set him free. For a second she thought about inviting Albus into her private rooms, just behind a hidden door, but she was too aware of her duty to care for anyone that might wander into the hospital wing with serious injuries. She had to be able to hear, if someone was going to enter it. They had to do it here then, she thought with even more excitement rushing through her body. She’d always known that she had a tendency to go for exhibitionistic adventures, but she had never lived out an of those fantasies whilst within the schools proximities. In her small room they’d be sheltered from anyone’s curious eyes, yet they could still be easily caught.
She slowly crossed the few steps that separated her from Albus, never breaking eye contact. “I’m sorry for laughing at you. Maybe I could make up for it with this?” she asked, as she lowered herself onto his lap.
Albus drew a sharp breath in as her centre lightly rubbed over his so painfully hard cock. He wouldn’t be able to control himself for long, he realised. His hands sneaking up the woman’s waist and around to her back, encouraging her to keep moving.
Poppy kept swaying her hips lightly, enjoying the feeling of his hands digging into her back and the hot flesh that was now rubbing against her clit. She moaned into his ear as he began to move his hips in a complementing rhythm, clearly desperate for relief as he had been in this condition for a long, torturing time.
As his shaky hands tried to undo the buttons of her dress, she opened the sipper of his dress pants. Reaching in, she pulled his enormous dick out, stroking it a few times, whilst admiring it at the same time. It was veiny, almost too good-looking for his age. Her mouth started watering as she took the view in, wanting it to be engraved into her memories forever. She knew this was going to be a one off, wanted it to be just that.
Just as she was contemplating whether she should get on her knees or slip him straight into her she heard a familiar noise.
Someone had opened the doors to the hospital wing.
Shocked they both stopped dead in their tracks, staring at each other wide-eyed and breathing heavily.
“Madame Pomfrey?” They heard a small voice call out.
“Yes dear, I’ll be right there, stay right where you are!” Poppy called out, glad it seemed to be a student who wouldn’t dare walk into her private rooms, rather than a teacher such as Minerva who wouldn’t bat an eye, walking straight towards her voice.
She practically jumped up and out of Albus’ lap, who seemed more than annoyed at the interruption. She straightened out her hair and dress and almost was out the door, when she remembered something.
“I’ll be right there, I just have to add a really important substance to this complicated healing potion, my dear! How bad are your injuries?” She spoke, whilst grinning at Albus, mischievously.
There was something she always had wanted to try. A quick glance to the doorway and she was quickly taking a few steps to one of her overflowing shelves. Searching through rows and rows of tinctures her hands finally landed on what she had been looking for. Albus was watching her intrigued, when she started spreading whatever was in the small vial over her right hand. He leaned back surprised as she was reaching for his dick that was still throbbing with desire.
“What is that?” he asked suspiciously, not sure whether he wanted the elixir on his best bit. Not answering, Poppy spread it all over his length and his testicles. She muttered something and her hand as well as his cock glowed in a light green for a split second, then she was out the room. And Albus was left alone desperate for release and with no idea what just happened.
He was contemplating whether he should just get himself off quickly, so he could sneak out through Poppy’s private rooms. But he wasn’t even sure where he would end up, if he found her front door if he was honest with himself and he couldn’t possibly leave without saying anything, after they were just about to have sex.
He was quietly swearing to himself, annoyed because he really just wanted to come right there and then, but he wasn’t even sure what the tincture was for. How was he supposed to know if it wasn’t some magical trick to keep him on edge until she got back.
That’s when he first felt it. It was as if someone was lightly brushing along his shaft, tracing his sensitive skin with their fingertips.
He was so startled he let out a little yelp.
Meanwhile Poppy had gone out to see what the student in her proximity had wanted. It was a small child, probably only a first year. He had sat himself down on one of her beds, squeezing his fingers nervously. No obvious injuries.
She exhaled a relieved breath. She had been a little worried, that someone with a fast bleeding injury had wondered in and she had let important seconds passed, just because she wanted to live out one of her longest fantasies.
“It’s my head” the little guy said. “It’s been pounding all of yesterday. When I wasn’t paying attention in class Professor Sprout send me here.”
“Oh I’m sorry to hear that. Next time you find yourself with a bad headache you come and see me straight away.”
The little guy nodded, as she lightly brushed against his arm to calm him down. There was a quiet yelp that came from her Pantry. She widened her eyes just the slightest bit, as she realised, that she had forgotten to close the door. But the student in front of her didn’t seem to notice anything, his headache must be pretty bad she thought.
She grinned to herself, knowing what she was about to do wasn’t just daring but also unbelievably sexy. She out her fingers up to the students face, moving them from place to place. “Where does it hurt most?”
She rested her palm against his forehead to see if he had a fever too. Nothing, maybe a migraine?
“It’s more of a constant banging, like someone is drilling into the back of my head.”
She moved, so she could place her hands to the back of his head, its entire weight now laying in her grip.
Albus coughed loudly. He gripped the side of his chair with both hands tightly. Whatever Poppy had done to him was working extremely well. He first had felt fingers brushing along his shaft, then it had changed and it felt like someone was moving all over his dick, never staying long enough in one place to let him get anywhere but on edge. Was this Poppy? Had she somehow manged to build a connection between her hand and his aching cock? The thought of that possibility almost made him cum right then and there.
There was a weight pressing into him now. He was quickly getting closer and closer to his release, precum drooling out of him, slowly dripping down his length.
“I can’t believe this” he muttered again, staring down at himself. He was enjoying every second of this, but he knew he couldn’t be too loud, as whoever was out there with Poppy would possibly hear him and their cover would be blown. His cover.
Poppy was pretty sure the tiny student at her watch was just dehydrated. It happened more often that she would like it. But first years would often forget to drink and eat enough, during their first weeks in the schoolyear, there was just too much for them to take in at all times. Then at some point, when their little bodies were too exhausted to keep functioning they would stumble into the hospital wing. But she was too distracted right now too be mad at the other teachers and the prefects for not paying enough attention. She was thinking of something different entirely.
Albus Dumbledore, with his pants let down, sitting in her little pantry. The thought alone was enough to make her pretty much pool her panties, a constant nagging in her distracting her from caring for her patient.
The loud breathing she could just about make out, that came from the room so close jet far out of her reach didn’t make it any better. Oh how she wished to be touched by her Headmaster right now. Just for a few moments, enough to let her find some relief.
But instead she stood there, summoning a few potions for her patient, whilst rubbing her thighs close together, trying to create some form of tension without being too obvious.
She gave them to him, and whilst she waited for him to swallow all of them, she had a new idea.
Why not take this a step further. Carefully she wrapped her right hand around her left wrist, squeezing a little. A satisfied glimmer in her eyes, as she heard another loud groan coming from behind the door. She started moving her hand up and down a little, first slowly but quickly fastening her paste, squeezing and releasing her grip in an irregular pattern.
The thought of what Albus must look like right this second, mouth hanging open wide, head thrown to the back, whilst he was buckling into her touch, being almost too much for herself. Was he touching himself too? The image in her head was so hot, she almost abandoned her patient to jump on the cock in real life.
But she kept her composure up, not willing to traumatise a poor first year.
“Thank you mam!” He said as he had finished gulping down the contents of the vials. He looked a lot better already.
“You will need to rest for a bit now, try to sleep for a few hours, I’ll be here when you wake up again.” As she said this she quickened her pace, getting carried away a bit. She only realised what she had done, when she heard a loud, long moan that was definitely coming from her rooms.
The student, who had just closed his eyes shot up from his position to stare at her bewildered. “Did you hear that Madame Pomfrey? Did you hear that? I think there’s someone in pain!”
They looked at each other in shock for a second, before she could get back her composure.
“I’m sure you’re imagining things, you really need to rest now. I didn’t hear anything.” She said, reassuringly stroking his arm. There was a small whimper coming from the other room at this, but she tried not to look as if she had noticed anything.
She couldn’t wait now to go back there. If Albus just came all over himself it wasn’t just a sight she didn’t want to miss, he also owed her a favourite or two and she was incredibly horny, just thinking about what he could do to her in there. Bent over her table, against a shelf or… maybe even right in one of the many beds here, next to a sleeping student.
Shocked at her own thoughts and even a little scared Albus might just do that, she rushed back into her backroom, the second the boy in front of her had glided into a peaceful sleep.
The view that greeted her was incredible. Never would she have been able to imagine the scene that she walked into. Albus Dumbledore was sat on her favourite upholstered chair in the middle of the room. It was as if she had handcuffed him to it. He hadn’t moved a bit. His pants wide open, his cock covered in his own cum, had gone limp again. Traces of his come on his shirt, his pants. He must have cum hard she realised.
She rubbed her fingers against each other just to test his reaction. She had no idea how long the tincture was going to last. It was a very rare and not very well studied one. It was an old recipe she had found when she was still an apprentice. She had immediately tried to find out more, after reading the small description that was hastily scrabbled on the back of the instructions. Not in over 30 years had she found any mention of it anywhere. And quite frankly it was her first time using it today.
Excitedly she noted, that Albus flinched a little at her motion, his cock twitching. It hadn’t worn off yet.
“Please, give me a break. I haven’t felt anything this intense in a long time!” he pleaded.
Smirking she nodded. “What about me then? You can’t greet me with a view this sexy and expect me to not be affected at all Albus.”
He looked her up and down, his eyes resting on her boobs, and Poppy realised her erect nipples must be poking through the thin layers of her clothing. She bit her lip expectantly. Slowly Albus got up, stepping out of his pants. He motioned for her to move to her desk. Poppy followed his instructions willingly, taking a seat on the wide table top. Albus moved his chair in front of her, sitting down once more, looking at her intensely.
He placed one hand on her hip, moving her into place. His other hand moving up her left leg. He flinched every so often, when she moved her right hand.
“How does this thing work?” he asked curiously.
“It’s quite simple. You feel every touch as if I was touching you. Don’t ask me for specifics, that’s all I know too.”
“So you don’t know how long this is going to last?” He motioned between her hand and his penis. As she shook her head no, he drew in a sharp breath. “Well then, I guess I will stay here all day huh? I don’t think I could walk anywhere feeling your touch on me with every step I take.”
They both chuckled a bit. By now he had pushed her dress and apron up to her hips. Staring at her soaked panties he smirked, looking her straight in the eyes. “You love teasing me from afar huh?"
She nodded sheepishly. She would admit to everything right now, if he was only going to touch her. She buckled her hips just the tiniest bit. And he willingly began to stroke her through her underwear, finding her clit almost immediately.
It wasn’t enough, she wanted more. With a wink of her wand her panties were gone and out of the way. They were ruined anyways.
Albus just raised an eyebrow and continued. She could feel her heartbeat in her centre, growing louder as she was feeling hotter. More wetness seemed to be pooling out of her. She wanted him so badly. Wanted to feel more.
In one swift motion he entered her with a finger, moving it inside of her. Quickly adding a second one, and then as he was looking straight into her eyes again, taking in how desperate she already was for him, he added a third one. Curling them all at the same time into that right spot deep inside of her. Her head fell back and she lost all control. He moved his head down to level with her entrance and began lapping at her clit. As she was quickly getting closer and closer to relief, he began sucking the little bud into his mouth. Within what felt like seconds she came hard, legs shaking around his head, trapping him into place until her pleasure began to fade. A big smile plastered over her face.
Satisfied as well Albus sank back against his backrest, licking his lips and fingers clean. As Poppy sat up again he almost jumped out of the chair though.
“Jeez I forgot the potion or whatever that was is still working!”
His cock twitched and stiffened a bit again. They both stared at it for a while, admiring how it slowly, very slowly, began to rise again.
Albus closed his eyes resigned and played with his balls a little as Poppy watched. She decided to tease him a bit more and began smoothing her dress out. He moaned quietly.
“Oh Poppy if you keep doing this I will come all over myself like an inexperienced schoolboy again!”
“What if I’d like to see that? Since I already missed out the first time?” She questioned cheekily. “What if this time I might let you cum in my mouth? Or deep inside of me?” she asked him in a deep voice, her mouth watering at the thought. Albus looked intrigued as well. And hungry.
But there was another loud bang, as the doors to the hospital wing were slammed shut by someone. Enraged Poppy shot up and out of the room, very well prepared to scold whoever dared enter her precious wing in such a rude manner. But she forgot all about that, when she saw Severus Snape who had been the one to rush in, and who was carrying a student, that seemed to be covered in burns all over his face and body.
From then on Poppy’s day turned out to be quite eventful, with students coming in and out quite frequently and caring for the 3rd year Severus had brought in. He had quite severe injuries, that needed monitoring, and she was still waiting for the little first year to wake up. She would have to do another check up on him, once he was awake.
It was an eventful afternoon to say the least. But she never once forgot about the man in her backroom. Whenever she could, she would sneak a glance at him, still sitting in his chair where she had left him. His dick back to being fully hard. Sometimes she would see him playing with himself, sometimes he would just sit there, eyes closed and enjoying her teasing. There was no way to stop it. Even after he had cum twice more. Once in her mouth as she had a quiet moment, the second time all over her floor. And it was looking like she might get him off a third time, as she was putting new sheets on the beds that had been occupied by patients. Smoothing out one blanket, she could hear him groaning. She went and stood in her doorway once again, giving him a scolding look. “There are still two students out there Albus.”
“Then close the door properly Pop!”
He didn’t even look sorry. He’d clearly enjoyed this as much as she had. She could feel her excitement slowly drip down her legs by now. She wasn’t wearing any underwear anymore and it had been a couple hours. All she had wanted was to jump on his cock already. But there had always been someone who needed her attention. Until now. She took a last reassuring look at the two sleeping figures in the beds across the hall. Then she looked at the clock hanging on a wall. They still had half an hour until all classes would be over. Sighing she decided now was going to be the time.
She closed the door behind her and walked towards Albus as seductively as she still managed. Then she opened the zipper in the back of her dress in one swift and fast motion. She stood entirely naked in front of the man now, nothing separating them anymore. There was a glimmer in his eye, as he took his view in.
“Are you finally giving me what I’ve wanted all day?”
“You better fuck me hard Albus, I have been dripping all over my floor and I really need this.”
“I’ll do everything you want Pop, now get over here!” Poppy shivered at the way her nickname sounded coming from him. With a few steps she was in front of him, straddling his lap, like she had planned to earlier that day. She didn’t have any patience left in her to tease him, so she sat right onto him.
They both gasped, as they felt him slide inside her. Instinctively Albus buckled his hips up and into her, beginning to move in a rhythm. Poppy moved up and down in a complementing way, getting them both close to the edge. But Albus held himself back, remembering what she had requested him to do. She wanted to be fucked. Hard.
So he gathered all his strength not to cum just yet. He slowly lifted her up and off his lap, standing up himself. He pushed her against one of her many shelves covering her walls and grabbed one of her legs. Bringing it up and around his waist he entered her again. Finding a new rhythm he began proper slamming into her. Both were panting and groaning by now. They new they wouldn’t last long, it had been a long day of teasing. Albus felt a wave rising in him again, trying to pull him under and drown him in pleasure. It was as if this was the moment they had waited for all day. And as he felt her pulsating around him, an animalistic moan escaping her lips, eyes rolling back into her head, he too let the waves crash over his head.
Poppy could have sworn she saw stars cuming this time. It was so intense, every muscle almost hurt, as she felt him shoot deep and hot inside of her.
They stayed in their tight embrace for a while, both breathing heavily, a small film of sweat over both their bodies. They couldn’t quite believe what had happened.
Poppy moved her right hand a little, moving a strand of Albus’ hair out of his face. “Can you still feel this?” she asked curiously.
“No, I don’t think so.” Came the answer after a little while.
She wasn’t sure whether she was relieved or disappointed. Okay, great.
There was a knock at the door. “Madame Pomfrey?”
She quickly removed herself from his softening cock and tried to get dressed the fastest she could again.
“Take a rest in my private rooms for as long as you need and come to seek my help anytime you seem to find yourself in a difficult medical situation” she whispered to Albus, before she slipped out the door again, resuming her work. It was the little first year that had woken up and called for her.
Oh boy, how she wished for this to not be a one-time thing.