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Teaching and Temptation CH.1
🕑 Added 2023-03-24 05:18:45 +0000 UTCDaphne Greengrass was sitting in the Slytherin Common room, doodling on a piece of parchment as she daydreamed about her new Defense teacher. Professor Potter had been hired by Headmaster Dumbledore to be this year's new Defense against the Dark arts Professor, and without a doubt, he was one of the most handsome man Daphne had ever seen in her life.
Earlier today, Daphne had her first class with the handsome Professor Potter, and during the entire hour, she couldn't take her eyes off of him. Despite being quite young, the green-eyed man had such a strong presence that captivated everyone around him. In all her years, Daphne had only ever seen Professor Dumbledore had such an effect on people and that told her everything she needed to know about the potential power level of her new teacher.
Tracey who had been sitting beside Daphne looked at her friend to ask her a question about her Potions essay when she noticed her vacant gaze and a small smile started playing on her lips.
Immediately, Tracey's soft brown eyes lit up with mischief as she realized the wonderful opportunity in front of her. It wasn't often she got a chance to tease Daphne about something.
"What are you thinking about, Daph? Daydreaming about some cute boy, maybe?" She asked her best friend, nudging her on the shoulder.
Daphne snapped out of her daze and blinked rapidly. "N-no, don't be an idiot, Trace," she snapped at her nosy friend.
"Oh, really?" Tracey's voice turned a bit coy as she scooted closer to the blonde. "So, I guess it had nothing to do with a certain green-eyed Professor. Hmm?" she teased Daphne.
Daphne couldn't help the blush that appeared on her face as she was once again reminded of the handsome Professor.
"I don't know what you're talking about," She told Tracey, trying to play innocent.
"Hmmm. That innocent act would've worked a lot better if I hadn't seen you drooling at the sight of him, Daph," Tracey told her friend with a disbelieving look.
Daphne blushed once more and opened her mouth to protest when Tracey stopped her in her tracks by holding her hand in front of her.
"It's okay. It's okay, Daph. You're not the only one. Half our class was drooling while looking at him. Including me," Tracey confided in Daphne with a small wink.
Tracey couldn't help but break into giggles at the shocked look on Daphne's face and dropped her voice down to a whisper.
"So, you fancy him, right?" she asked Daphne, making sure to keep her voice low and quiet.
Daphne avoided Tracey's eyes and started fiddling with the feather of her quill. "Yeah. Maybe," she admitted slowly.
Tracey squealed and made a move as if to hug Daphne, but stopped when she noticed the dangerous look in her friend's eye.
"So, what are you going to do about it?" she asked Daphne instead.
Daphne's brows furrowed and she gave her friend an incomprehensive look. "What do you mean, Tracey? You know as well as I that there's nothing I could do."
Tracey's eyebrows climbed upwards and she gave Daphne a disbelieving look.
"Are you serious right now, Daph? I mean, c'mon! Don't be a pussy. You're of age. You can go after him if you want."
Daphne's jaw dropped at Tracey's suggestion and she couldn't believe what she was hearing. "What?! Are you crazy, Trace? I can't do that. He's a professor" She said, giving her friend an incredulous look.
Tracey gave Daphne a disappointed look and shrugged her shoulders in response. "Well, it's your choice, babe. But, just so you know? I've heard gossip from the school rumor mill that other girls in our year are going to go after him."
Daphne suddenly felt her eye twitching in irritation as she thought about Professor Potter with other girls. 'Those fucking sluts' Daphne growled to herself in anger as her fists clenched in anger around her quill, crushing it into pieces and she almost let out a hiss like an angry kitten.
Tracey chuckled as she looked at her friend's angry response. "There you go, girl. Clearly, you want that sexy stud. So, you shouldn't let him slip past your fingers."
By now, Daphne knew that Tracey was completely right. She really wanted to be with Professor Potter. So, she turned to face her best friend and gave her a desperate look. "So, what do you think I should do, Trace?"
Tracey looked at her like she was stupid or simple-minded. "I think it's quite simple, Daph. I mean, surely you realize that you need to go to his office and seduce him. Especially, before any of the other girls get their hooks in him."
Daphne nodded. "Y-yeah, you're right, Trace. Thanks," she whispered to her friend in gratitude as she quickly got up from the armchair and took a deep breath. The blonde witch looked down at her friend who gave her a small thumbs-up and flashed her an encouraging smile.
Daphne took a deep breath to calm her nerves as she arrived at Professor Potter's classroom. Once she had fully composed herself, she gently rapped her knuckles on the door. She waited patiently for someone to answer, but when a couple of minutes passed by with no response, she decided to try the handle and to her surprise, the door clicked open.
Unfortunately for Daphne, when she stepped inside the classroom, she found it empty with no sign of anyone else. It seemed like Professor Potter wasn't in his office. Dejected, the Slytherin Ice queen was about to leave when she noticed the door at the other side of the office.
"Hmm. Maybe I should check that out. He could be in his apartment." Daphne thought to herself as she started heading towards it.
Like with the front door earlier, Daphne tried the handle on this door too and it clicked open as well. Pleased with her success, she hesitantly stepped inside Professor Potter's apartment and closed the door behind her.
Daphne blinked as she got her first look at Professor Potter's living quarters. The apartment opened into a comfortable-looking sitting room with a large leather couch and a couple of padded armchairs near the fireplace. On her left, there was another door that Daphne theorized most likely led to the master bedroom.
As Daphne approached the bedroom door, the sound of running water became audible to her. She quickly deduced that someone was taking a shower in the en-suite bathroom. Quietly entering Professor Potter's bedroom, she crept towards the slightly ajar bathroom door, eager to take a peek inside.
Daphne gulped audibly as she peeked inside the bathroom and got her first look at Professor Potter in his shower. Instantly, a jolt of desire shot through the blonde witch's body as she marveled at his beautiful naked body. Droplets of water were dripping down Harry's jet-black hair and onto his well-muscled torso as he bathed in the shower. Daphne unconsciously licked her lips as her hands itched with the desire to touch his handsome body.
While Daphne was busy admiring the amazing view in front of her, Harry turned off his shower and stepped out of the bathroom. He stopped short as he noticed Daphne standing in his bedroom.
"Ms. Greengrass, what are you doing here?" He asked her in a surprised voice.
Daphne's mouth opened and closed a few times but, at the moment, she seemed incapable of forming words. Her entire focus was on the large beast hanging between Harry's legs.
Harry noticed where Daphne's eyes were focused and he let out a surprised yelp, quickly covering his crotch with his hand.
"I-I'm sorry about that, Ms. Greengrass. I had no idea I was going to have company," said Harry in an embarrassed voice, as he wandlessly conjured a towel to cover his modesty.
As Harry started wrapping the towel around his waist, Daphne snapped out of her daze. "No, wait, Professor!" she cried, catching Harry's wrist, and stopped him from covering his magnificent penis.
For a second, Harry was taken aback by Daphne's action but he quickly recovered and looked down at the young witch with a raised eyebrow. "What are you doing, Ms. Greengrass? This is highly inappropriate. You need to let go," he told her in a slightly stern voice.
Daphne couldn't believe what she'd just done. Her entire body was in full-on panic mode right now, with all her instincts screaming at her to get out before she found herself getting expelled. But somehow, she quickly silenced all her doubts and looked up at Harry through her lashes, giving him her sexiest look.
"Please, don't hide your cock, Professor. It's really impressive and I want to see more of it," She said to Harry with a cute pout on her face.
Daphne's words had the desired effect as Harry's cock couldn't help but twitch up and down in excitement at her praise.
Daphne's face lit up with a wide smile as she noticed the reaction she had on Harry's body. She moved her hand from his wrist to his rock-hard abs and gently began to caress him there.
"C'mon, Professor. I promise, I just want to have a look. Nothing more," she said to him in a soft voice.
Harry's resolve started to crumble into dust under Daphne's attack and he reluctantly removed his towel from around his waist.
The moment Harry's cock was fully exposed, Daphne lunged at the opportunity and wrapped her hand around it. The blonde which smiled smugly as she began to tug on it gently.
Harry's entire body jerked as he felt Daphne's soft hand around his shaft and he couldn't but gasp at her touch. "I thought you said you just wanted to have a look, Ms. Greengrass. This is far more than that," he half-heartedly complained to her, as she began to jerk him off.
Daphne had no clue where she was getting all this confidence from. A few minutes earlier, she was scared shitless, certain that she was going to be expelled, and now she was giving her new crush an expert handjob. Still, Daphne wasn't going to complain. Especially, when things were working out so well for her. She lifted her left hand to cup Harry's heavy testicles while she used her right hand to stroke him a little faster.
"Hmm. I guess I lied a little, Professor. Are you going to punish me for that?" she asked Harry with a coy smile, giving his heavy balls a little squeeze.
Harry groaned as Daphne rolled and squeezed his balls in her palm. He knew he should've stopped her right then and there, but he couldn't bring himself to do that. Her hands just felt so wonderful around his cock that the thought didn't even cross his mind.
"You do deserve to be punished for being a naught girl, Ms. Greengrass," Harry breathed out as his eyes closed in pleasure. "But I think we can assign you punishment for some time later, especially if you finish your current task in a good manner."
Daphne couldn't help but giggle at Harry's answer. "Hmmm. That sounds good, Professor. Still, I can't wait for how you decide to punish me," she replied to Harry with a mischievous smile.
Daphne's expression then turned completely serious, as she shifted all her focus on making Harry cum. To achieve that, she moved her hand from his bloated balls and instead gripped his cock with both hands.
Daphne then started using both her hands to stroke Harry's cock, working him from the base, all the way to the head, and Harry couldn't help himself anymore, so he started checking her out. The beautiful Slytherin witch was dressed in a sexy, black top that had a deep, plunging neckline, while her blue denim skirt was so short that her sexy, long legs were fully on display. At the moment, her gorgeous blue eyes were focused determinedly on his cock as she pumped her hands up and down on his hard length.
Harry suddenly felt an intense desire to kiss Daphne. He placed his hand under her chin and lifted her head up. Daphne squealed happily as she felt Harry's lips crash down upon hers, and she began to kiss him back with equal passion. Her hands tightened around the length of his hard dick and she began to stroke him with even more enthusiasm.
Daphne suddenly made a moaning sound in Harry's mouth, low and maybe a bit desperate too as she felt his hand move down and cup her sexy bottom. Harry squeezed Daphne's cute butt with his right hand while his left hand curved behind her neck, fingertips tangling in her soft, blonde tresses as his tongue explored her mouth in long, slow circles.
The two of them kept kissing each other for a long time. Their tongues were dancing and rolling together as they explored each other's mouths until they couldn't go on any longer. When they finally separated, Daphne was panting heavily and her beautiful, plump lips had become a bit bruised.
"Wow! You really know how to kiss, Professor," Daphne praised Harry as she licked her bottom lip.
"Call me Harry, Daphne," Harry told her as he removed his hands from her ass and instead began to squeeze her tits.
Daphne gasped when Harry turned his attention to her large breasts. He placed his hand on her large globes, cupping and squeezing them over her top while she moaned loudly.
"Oh, Harry! That feels so good," she moaned, arching her back and pressing her tits into his hands.
Harry grinned as he listened to Daphne's moans. He would be lying if he said it didn't feel good to turn the tables on her. Slipping his hand under her black top, he began pawing at her large breasts over her bra.
Underneath his hands, Harry could feel that Daphne's nipples were clearly hard and poking through the fabric of her bra. Suddenly, on a whim, he decided that he wanted to play with them a little, so, he slipped her tits out of the cups of her bra and pinched her rock-hard nipples.
"OH MY GOD!" screamed Daphne, as Harry suddenly pinched both her nipples, making her cry out. "That's so fucking hot, Harry!"
"Oh, yeah? You liked that?" Harry asked Daphne with a large grin as he teased and pinched both her sensitive nipples with his thumb and forefinger.
"Mm-hmm!" Daphne nodded in answer, biting her bottom lip sexily as her chest heaved up and down, breathing heavily. The young Slytherin couldn't believe how turned on she was right now. Her pussy was so wet at the moment. She could feel copious amounts of juices leaking out of her snatch, drenching her panties completely.
As he played with Daphne's wonderful tits, Harry could feel the coil of sweet release edging closer and closer. "Oh dear, Merlin! You're making me feel so good, Daphne. FUCK, I'm going to cum!" He groaned loudly, tilting his head back in pleasure.
"Well, then, what are you waiting for, Professor?" Daphne breathed against Harry's neck, biting and sucking on his soft skin. "C'mon, just do it. I promise you, it'll feel amazing."
Harry shuddered violently as his body tensed up at Daphne's words and he started shooting his load. His thick, white cum spurted out of his tip in rapid bursts and landed all over her hands and on the floor.
Daphne kept pumping Harry's shaft through the entirety of his orgasm until his balls were fully dry. Once he'd finished cumming, she removed her hands from his dick and lifted them to her face. Daphne carefully examined the white, sticky mess that Harry had left on her hands and then she began to lick it clean.
Harry's cock twitched in excitement as he watched Daphne lick his cum off her hands. She made a nice humming sound as she registered the taste of his cum on her tongue and began sucking her fingers into her mouth, cleaning them completely.
Once she had finished slurping down Harry's cum, Daphne released her fingers with a wet pop. She smacked her lips together in satisfaction and looked up to find Harry staring at her in amazement.
"Bloody hell, girl! Where did you learn how to do that?" he asked her in awe.
Daphne giggled and pecked Harry on the cheek. "I'll tell you next time, Professor" she answered before turning to leave.
Daphne didn't waste any time fleeing from Harry's office. Before the older wizard could manage to recover his wits, she was already halfway out of his office and on her way to the Slytherin dungeons.
When she was only a few corridors away from her common room entrance, it finally dawned on Daphne what she'd just done. All of a sudden, her entire body started shaking from adrenaline and she had to lean back against a wall to steady herself.
"Holy shit! I can't believe I really did that," She whispered to herself, almost hyperventilating.
A few moments later, Daphne couldn't help herself and she started giggling madly. Her shoulders shook with mirth and tears started to gather in the corner of her eyes. It took her a while to bring herself under control.
Daphne paused for a moment to take a few deep breaths and compose herself before continuing on her way to the Slytherin common room. As she whispered the password to the blank stretch of wall that guarded the entrance, her mind began to race with thoughts of her next meeting with 's body shuddered with anticipation and her nipples became as hard as pebbles as she imagined what he would do the next time they met.
