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Professor Potter moved a lot when he was teaching, he was always striding across the classroom to help a student adjust their wand or clapping loudly when a student finally mastered their charm.
But not today. Today, he sat in his chair at his desk and handed out a test not himself, but with a spell.
And he sat while the students took their test, not walking around, not checking for cheating.
No, today he sat behind his desk and had his students leave when they were done.
Pansy, who—despite her Slytherin instincts—had a bit of a thing for Professor Potter, stayed until every student had left.
"Professor Potter?" Pansy sat down on his desk, setting her parchment in the pile with the others.
Professor Potter looked up at her. His face was a bit red. His pupils a bit wide.
That must mean that liked her back.
Pansy leaned forward, so he could see down her shirt. "Do you have any extra credit opportunities? I would," her gaze traveled down his delicious body, "do anything you asked."
There was a small choking sound that came from beneath the desk.
She looked down, but Professor Potter rapped his knuckles on the desk loudly, and her attention was back on him. "No, Ms. Parkinson, I don't have anything for you. You may leave."
She pouted. He was clearly attracted to her. Even as she was sitting here his face had gotten more flushed. He looked like he was about a second away from ravishing her.
"Are you sure? I won't tell anyone else that you are giving me extra credit," she ran a hand up her thigh.
There was another sound beneath his desk, "No, Ms. Parkinson, and five points from Slytherin," He said sternly.
Pansy jolted up off the desk. "That's not fair!"
"It certainly is. You should leave," His clenched and unclenched his fist on the desk. "Now!" He said, clapping his hand on the desk.
She crossed her arms, pouting even more, and huffed. She grabbed her bag and walked out of the classroom without looking back, making sure to sway her hips. She was just through the door when she heard a moan and then "Fuck, Moony. I'll never be able to talk to the girl again without thinking of your mouth on my cock."
She stopped in her tracks, and strained her ears to listen, "Good." It was a raspy voice. A man's raspy voice.
"That's why you wanted to suck me all class, huh? So I'd be reminded of you," Professor Potter's voice was so soft she could barely hear it.
She did hear the man whine though. Professor Potter was... gay?
"Next time I want your arse and not your mouth," Professor Potter said, gruff. Pansy covered her mouth with her hand.
"Going to fuck your throat raw so you are reminded of me," Professor Potter was panting now. She could hear him breathing from outside the door. She peeked through the crack and couldn't believe what she saw.
Professor Lupin, kneeling, and Professor Potter thrusting his hips forward in his face, both hands intertwined in Professor Lupin's hair.
Pansy flushed with warmth, watching as Professor Potter fucked into Professor Lupin's mouth while forcing his head forward. "Fuck!" Professor Potter shouted, his body becoming rigid. It was the hottest thing Pansy had ever seen.
Then he looked down and watched Professor Lupin do something Pansy could not see.
He pulled out and tilted Professor Lupin's head back. "You're drooling, Moony."
Professor Lupin groaned.
He leaned down and kissed him. "Let's get you cleaned up."
Pansy frowned. That's it? Didn't Professor Lupin need to have an orgasm too?
But Professor Lupin just nodded dumbly as Professor Potter helped him up. Pansy watched them come closer and quickly scurried down the hall before she could get caught.
She was in the nearest bathroom with her hands down her panties within a minute, and she was clenching around her fingers in less then three. She had two more orgasms before fifteen minutes had passed. The scene replayed in her mind over and over. She didn't even need to picture herself there, just the memory itself was good enough to get her off over and over.
As the trembles subsided she made her plans to be there when it happened again.