Griffins Pride - 3 - 1st Detention (Patreon)

Casting
Professor Septima Vector – Jamie Alexander
Professor Aurora Sinistra – Thandiwe Newton
Professor Bathsheda Babbling – Lindsey Lakes
Rolanda Hooch – Elizabeth Faith Ludlow
Madam Rosmerta – Hannah Waddingham
Andromeda Tonks – Hayley Atwell
Narcissa Malfoy – Eva Green
Katie Bell – Emily Grey
Penelope Clearwater – Heidi Romanova
Tonks – Natalie Dormer
Rita Skeeter - Rachael Harris
Ginny Weasley – Alice Green
Susan Bones – Aria Sky
Amelia Bones – Dani Jensen
Luna Lovegood – Emily Kinney
Cho Chang – Xiao Ba
Molly Weasley – Maggie Green
Fluer Delacour – Sasha Luss
Lily Evans – Maitland Ward

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Harry woke up the next morning trying to figure out if the last week had been a dream. There was no way he had sex with Pansy. That was strange enough to lean into dream territory. He couldn't even begin to count how many times Narcissa had featured in his dreams.

He chuckled to himself as he got out of bed.

"Merlin," Ron's eyes went wide as he looked at Harry. "Did you piss off a couple of beaters or lose a fight against the stairs?"

Harry raised his eyebrows in a silent question.

"The bruises," Ron motioned to his body.

His face went pale. He moved so fast he was almost a blur. One moment he was next to his bed, a blink later he was in front of the mirror. There was a full length enchanted one in the corner.

"Oh my," The mirror sounded absolutely scandalized.

Harry had to agree. His torso and shoulders were marked by multiple oddly shaped bruises. It didn't take a genius to see that they were hickeys. He dove back into his bed, bouncing a couple times before he was close enough to reach his wand. His hands moved through the motions of a healing spell he had learned when he had started playing Quidditch. Hiding the bruises from his mother was the only way he was able to keep playing. The discoloration vanished as the magic did its work.

He popped back up to see Ron still watching him. The redhead was even more confused now.

"Don't ask," Harry said.

Ron, being the true brother from another mother that he was, dropped it. He knew that Harry would tell him if it was important. The two fell into the usual conversation about classes and forgotten homework easily. Hermione was waiting in the common area when they came down.

Harry tried to subtly watch the witches around him. If what Narcissa said was true, she had no reason to lie, then his magic needed a physical release to prevent issues. Exercise made the most sense. Watching the witches through the day argued that there was a better option.

There was something else he noticed. Now that he was watching he noticed how the witches around him acted strange. Their cheeks would flush, some would start to fidget, and quite a few looked at him like a tasty meal. He had seen the reactions enough to know what it meant. A traitorous voice in the back of his head started pointing out all of the witches that had a reaction. He couldn't stop his mind from picturing taking one after another into a broom closet like with them in a proper queue.

Amongst it all there was still something that confused him. Why hadn't anyone told him before? His mother wasn't one to shy away from uncomfortable topics. He still shuddered when he remembered the conversation about where babies come from. Thinking about the time she explained puberty made him want to pull the memory from his head. It wasn't a spell that he knew yet, but he had a shortlist of things he no longer wanted to remember.

He could see Sirius not telling him as a prank. The old dog hadn't outgrown his sense of humor, much to the chagrin of those around him. It was just as likely that Sirius had forgotten. There was a lot of knowledge that Purebloods took for granted. They assumed that everyone knew everything already. Or Sirius never got 'the talk' because he wasn't as powerful. A wicked smile crossed his face for a moment. That would be hilarious. It would also be something that Harry would hold over his godfather for years to come.

"Harry," Hermione whispered.

He started at the sound of her voice, "Hm?"

"You haven't moved since you sat down," She said. "You've been staring off this entire time. Did you eat anything?"

He looked down to see the plate in front of him was completely empty. There weren't even crumbs.

"Maybe?" Harry replied with a shrug.

Hermione sighed, "Honestly."

She quickly put together a breakfast sandwich for him, "Take this."

"Thank you," Harry smiled at her as he wrapped it in a napkin and tucked it in a pocket.

His robes had pockets sown on the inside. Each had stasis charms that could last for three hours. The sandwich would stay fresh until then. He stood and helped her to her feet.

Her cheeks flushed, "What would you do without me?"

"Yeah," Harry drew out the word.

"Why did you say it like that?" Hermione asked.

Harry moved to the side of the hall to let others pass, "Hermione, do you know that powerful wizards need witches to settle their magic?"

"Yes," Her blush spread to her ears. "A build-up will cause their magic to be unstable. Best case scenario is your magic being sluggish. Worst case, you explode." She paused. "Did you not know that?"

Harry shook his head, "I just found out yesterday."

"How?" Hermione asked.

Harry shrugged. She started to turn back to go to class when he placed a hand on her shoulder. Her pulse thundered in her ears as she felt him move closer so that his chest was pressing against her back.

"Would you like to help me settle my magic?" Harry asked in a hungry tone.

She shuddered against him.

"I need to get to class," She practically sprinted away.

Harry chuckled as she disappeared down the hall. That was kind of an answer. If he had that sort of effect on Hermione then he could only guess what would happen with others. He knew is was a little mean to tease her, but it was just so fun.

"Mister Potter," A stern, feminine voice spoke from behind him.

It wasn't one that he recognized. He could recognize the 'professor' tone that they liked to use. Turning around he saw it was Professor Vector. She taught Arithmancy, which was not a class on his schedule. Professor Vector was one of the younger members of the staff. It was hard to tell the age of magical folk. She was about ten years younger than his mother, which put her somewhere in her late twenties or early thirties.

Professor Vector was a tall, athletic woman. Her long black hair was styled in a conservative bun to keep it out of her face. The staff didn't have the same dress code as the students. Her robes did their best to mask her figure. It was a valiant effort, but they were fighting a losing battle.

"Do you enjoy harassing your classmates?" She glared at him.

Harry shook his head, "I didn't think I was harassing her. I was trying to get a rise out of her, but you're right. I'll apologize to her the next time I see her."

"No," Professor Vector shook her head. "We're dealing with this now. Follow me."

Her robes were big enough to hide the view from behind. It was a shame. He followed behind her as they moved through the halls. His eyebrows rose as they passed the classroom where Hermione was currently. They wound through the castle heading to a part of it he hadn't seen before. The doors along the way changed from the generic ones that were used for classrooms to something fancier. Ornate carvings enhanced by subtle color. It didn't take a genius to figure out where the professors lived during the school term. Their offices were connected to their classrooms meaning this had to be their private rooms. A sly smile crossed his face as he realized where she was taking him.

The confident stride started to fade once they were alone. Even from behind he could tell her breathing had increased in pace. Her shoulders moved just enough to make it too hard to hide.

She stopped in front of a door and waited for it to open on its own, "In here, Mister Potter."

Harry didn't argue. Septima followed him a moment later. She pulled the door closed and locked it.

She motioned to a sitting area with a few chairs in a semi-circle. There was also a large seat that looked like it could be used as a second bed in a pinch. In fact, it looked about as comfortable as the beds in the dorms. Neither of them sat. Harry studied her as she tried to keep a mask of professionalism in place.

"I have been informed that you have been introduced to your second milestone," Septima smoothed down the front of her robes as she spoke.

Harry raised an eyebrow, "My what?"

"Of course she would skip the important parts," She muttered. "Narcissa was supposed to explain to you that you have reached the age where your second magical awakening starts. The first is when you get your wand, which stabilizes your magical power. The second, the one you have entered, is where your magical power begins to grow to its full potential. This is when wizards need the company of witches to help the process happen smoothly."

Harry nodded, "Right. I thought my magic was just driving witches crazy."

"Yes," Septima caught herself. "That is part of it, but it only happens to powerful wizards. The average wizard usually doesn't cause any issues." She took a step toward him. "A powerful wizard like you distract the witches around you."

Harry smiled, "And you're going to help?"

"Yes," Septima replied easily as she shucked off her outer robe to reveal the deep red dress she wore. It stopped just above her ankles.

Septima held his eye contact as she hiked her dress up over her waist putting her dark blue panties on display. His mouth went dry at the sight. Even more shocking were her stocking clad legs. She’d already taken off her robe. With a brief gesture, the door shut behind them and locked. She slung her jacket over the back of the comfortable looking chair before leaning over and slipping off her panties.

"Fuck me. Right here. Before anyone comes to look for us," Septima said looking over her shoulder.

"Is this my punishment?" Harry teased the professor.

She groaned, "No, this is about my cunt being so wet I need a good fuck."

Harry could see now that her stockings were crotchless, continuing up to her plump ass. She began to work the buttons of the blouse portion of her dress. Now mostly nude, her state of dress showed off her shapely breasts, now hanging out with little regard for gravity.

"Are you going to get your dick out by yourself or do I have to tie you to the chair?" Her eyes burned with hunger.

Harry hurried to unzip his fly. His life had stopped making sense a long time ago. Suddenly having the magical version of pheromones wasn't the craziest thing that had happened in his life.

She kissed Harry suddenly, so forcefully that he had to put one arm around her even as he continued struggling with his fly. When she sucked his tongue into her sweet mouth, his hand ripped right down the zipper tearing it off in the process. His cock sprung out to slap Septima’s thigh as  she continued to kiss him. Her soft body felt mindbogglingly good pressed against him. With one hand, she reached down to grope him. Harry groaned as her mere touch made him grow even harder in her grasp. Maybe it was magic, maybe it was just that she was in fishnets stockings. Then she gave him a quick stroke, swelling his cock, filling it with need for her. Harry was amazed he didn’t jizz on the spot. Sure, he wasn't a virgin anymore, but Septima had starred in many of his wet dreams. The reality was enough to push his sensitivity up a few notches.

 Septima groaned as she let go of his prick after one last squeeze. At a wordless command, neither was sure who did it, the large comfy chair that held her discarded robe spun around and glided over to them. Septima dropped into the cushioned seat without even looking. Her legs spread wide to either armrest. Harry stared into her open, inviting cunt; wet, pink depths begging for his cock to use as he pleased. It seemed too good to be true. But who the fuck cared?

Unable to wait even a second longer, he moved over Septima, leaned over her with one arm on the chair’s headrest, and guided himself in with his other hand. Not fast enough for her liking. She grabbed him with both hands and pulled him to her opening. He held firm as the crown of his cock kissed her scorching lips.

"Are you sure?" Harry teased her, trailing his cock along her slit. "I'm a student. You're a teacher."

"Fuck me now or I will-"

Harry moved just a step closer pushing his cock between her lips, the very tip of him now grasped by her. Letting him know how wet and ready she was. She gave another push with her hips, and he pushed back, inside her, all the way in, sweet, long, and deep.

Septima cooed. "Finally."

She kissed him again, and he stopped holding back. He threw himself into her with deep, certain strokes, grinding himself against her when he was in to pleasure her wonderful cunt. Septima was not a passive partner, thrusting herself up to meet and take his fucking. Her body moved with graceful rhythm, rising, dipping, even plunging when his thrust reached its peak, her sex eagerly accepting what was being done to it. She gasped in his ear.

He expected words, but only gibberish came out. The springs of the comfy chair creaked under them. Septima dug her nails into his back. He kissed her as he reached down to her long legs and ran his hands over the surprising fishnets.

Harry could already feel his cum churning in his sack. He was dying to let loose already. Some small part of his mind told him he should probably pull out right now, but he couldn’t control himself. It was just too fucking good, and Septima felt the exact same way, her climax a breath away.

"I'm CUMMING!" She screamed as lost herself putting extra effort into bouncing her ass and hammering her hips against his with renewed power.

Harry pushed harder to match her. His body was already racing toward its end with little regard for anything else. Septima was right there with him. She didn’t hold herself there. She hugged him tight to her body. Harry reached down, pushing her over the edge as he rubbed the pad of his thumb along her clit. Her nails clawed into his shoulder hard enough to draw a line of blood.

She leaned her head back, looking toward the ceiling, "Come with me, come inside me. Please! Please! Now!"

Harry had never expected to fuck a woman like this in all his life. Especially not a professor and definitely not while he was supposed to be in transfiguration. Harry let loose. His cock jerked and swelled, his hips tensed as his mouth dropped open in a long moan pouring himself into her.

Pulse followed pulse until Septima thought he would never stop coming, his cock held deep inside her. All his senses awash in the myriad pleasures of his orgasm. It didn't matter that he had just had sex yesterday. He continued unloading his seed in Septima’s center. It pooled and overflowed onto Septima’s thighs. Harry hadn't had a climax that felt so good or lasted so long. At least for now. He collapsed beside her with a content smile, the chair just big enough for both of them.

"I need a note for class," Harry teased as his hand drifted along her body.

She nodded, "Yes. Don't forget your detention this weekend."

"Yes, professor," He replied with a smile.

Septima got up from the chair. Harry admired the view from behind. He smiled a little when he noticed she had kept her shoes on the entire time. Shiny, black leather shoes that reached her ankles and pointed toes. The short heels did wonders to accentuate the muscles in her legs.

"Wait," Harry said as she began to gather her cloths.

She looked over her shoulder at him. A pleased smile crossed her face as she saw his member begin to harden in time with his pulse.

"We don't have time to go again," Septima teased.

Harry shook his head, "That's not what I was going to ask." He paused. "Unless you change your mind."

She shook her head.

"You said Narcissa was supposed to teach me," Harry repeated her earlier words. "How many professors know about this? Not you and me, but my situation?"

Septima made a show of getting dressed as she spoke, "Every witch that's gone through puberty and is in your general vicinity knows you started your second awakening. You are quite powerful, Harry."

"Everyone," Harry drew the word out.

"Why are you smiling like that?" Septima asked pausing to study him.

Harry held out a hand summoning his pants, "How many witches do you think would be willing to help with my second awakening?"

"Mister Potter," Septima glared at him with any fire. "Are you asking for a list of witches to fuck? Do you realize how rude that is?"

"Sorry," Harry winced.

"To think," She huffed. "I would have to wait even longer to get a turn."

Harry gawked at her, "A turn? Is there a list or something?"

"No," Septima slid her panties back in place, the fishnets she left where they were having served their purpose. "Of course not. It's a first-come first-serve thing. A list makes things too formal. It's no fun."

Harry ran a hand over his face, "Merlin save me from horny witches."

"You should get to class," Septima said. "Which one did you miss?"

"Transfiguration," Harry replied.

She winced, "I wish I had known that before."

"Are you going to get in trouble?" Harry asked. "I can just say I fell asleep or got lost."

Septima buttoned the last on her blouse, "That's sweet. I'll be fine. Minerva just gets a little grumpy when a student misses her class. Regardless of the reason."

Harry let out a breath, "That's good."

He wasn't looking forward to the backlash if he had taken the blame. People thought that having his mother as part of the staff meant he could get away with everything. If only that were true. Lily Potter did not want her son to follow the path of James Potter. Eventually James had matured in the later years of school. She could see now that he was a bit of a jerk looking back without the rose-tinted glasses. This meant he had to curate all potential pranks and mischief to make sure they were harmless. An inconvenience at the most. She didn't outright ban the practice. As much as she hated to admit it, developing pranks and joke items delved into complex theory and practical application of a cross-section of magical subjects. The Marauders had come up with some truly amazing spells and inventions during their reign of terror.

"Get moving, Mister Potter," She slipped back into her 'professor' role easily. "You'll be late for your next class at this rate."

Harry blew her a kiss. Septima replied with a glare that lost all heat since it was busy making her cheeks bright red.

He traced his steps back to the normal hallways by memory. The Map was amazing but couldn't be used whenever people were around. He would study it when he had the time to remember where secret passages, hidden rooms, and forgotten areas were located. There were still parts of the castle that he had yet to explore. He had made it a goal to visit each part before he graduated.

A sly smile crossed his face. He would have to check out some of the isolated spots that had caught his attention. One or two might make for a good place to take ladies. It would be pretty easy to clean and furnish an old classroom. If nothing else he could ask the House Elves for help. He would probably need to tell them not to clear the furniture once he had the pieces arranged.

His mind moved on to a more important topic. Who was next? Now that he knew what was going on he would need to pay attention to who seemed interested. If Cissy was working with him to 'settle' his magic then it would make sense that Andromeda was potentially brought in for the same reason. That did make him wonder about other older witches, and professors, that he could charm.

He would have to slap himself if he didn't at least try his roguish charm on Madam Rosmerta. Every wizard with a pulse, and an eye for witches, had fantasized about her. Sinistra, Vector, and Babbling were the youngest staff members. Professor Sinistra was another that he was required to try by the spirits of the wizards that took her class. Professor Babbling was another that he would like to at least approach. She was a cute blonde with bright eyes, but her robes hid the details of her body.

Witches his age were far more plentiful. Angelina, Katie, and Alicia were at the top of the list. If possible, he'd like to see if Penelope Clearwater would be interested as well. She had been one of the petrified students and had gone out of her way to help the others catch up on any missed schoolwork. She was also a hot redhead. He would try his luck with Lavender too. She was a gossip so the word would get around campus that Harry had discovered the fairer sex. Maybe he could convince Parvati to join in on that one. If he really wanted to step into fantasy land he could swap out Lavender for Padma. Twins. Enough said.

He would have to think more on it later. First, he had to get to Charms. He would give McGonagall the note Professor Vector provided after lunch. She was always in a better mood after eating. Harry had learned the hard way not to try to bribe her regardless of if he tried to appeal to her animagus side. He had smelled like fish for a week and still gotten detention to learn that lesson.

This might be a fun year after all.