January 26th 1997
Hogwarts, England
Early Sunday morning Harry knocked on the door to Professor Sinistra's classroom.
She had asked for him earlier today but he did not know why.
She opened the door. "Hello, Harry, come in."
Harry entered the classroom and she closed the door behind him.
"Please, take a seat by my desk," she said, walking up to the head of the room. Harry had a hard time not looking her up and down. She was dressed in a professional, navy blue blouse and skirt combo, both tight enough to perfectly accentuate her big, round tits and thick bubble butt. Her ass stuck out even more from the heels she wore, her legs looking nice and long in those nylons. She took a seat behind her desk as did Harry.
"Before we go any further, Harry, I just wanted to tell you that you've always been one of my favorite students," Professor Sinistra said.
"Thank you, Professor Sinistra," Harry said.
"You're bright, you generally play by the rules but know when you can break them, and you're decent in a world that doesn't seem to grant a whole lot of value to decency these days. These are the traits that can really help you go far in life," she said.
"Thank you, Professor Sinistra," Harry repeated.
"But, it also doesn't take very much to derail such a promising future. One slip up, one... indiscretion, something that might seem minor on the surface, but if discovered by the wrong party, could lead to some major consequences," she said.
Harry had a bad feeling about where this was going but thought it was better to play dumb. "Did I do something wrong?"
Her severe lips curled almost into a smile. "What would you say, Harry, if I told you that that vent, high in the wall, right behind you, lets me hear pretty much everything that happens in the utility closet next door?"
Harry looked over his shoulder to the vent she was talking about, and that painted a pretty good picture about where this conversation was headed as he remembered fucking Fleur the other day in that closet.
"Fuck," Harry said.
When he realized that he said that out loud, Harry whipped my head over to Professor Sinistra, his eyes bugging out. He had just said 'fuck' in front of Professor Sinistra. Fuck!
A smile took over her face "Relax, Harry. I wasn't trying to scare you. Well, I wasn't trying to scare you too badly. I just wanted you to understand that, if someone else had caught you or overheard something they wouldn't be nearly as understanding as I am. There could have been consequences."
"But there won't be, with you?" He asked, feeling the relief growing in his chest.
"No. I remember what it was like being in school. I know your hormones are going crazy right now, and, believe me, that's hardly the first time that utility room's been used like that," Professor Sinistra said, getting up from her desk and walking over toward Harry.
"Oh?" Harry said noncommittally, trying to fight back the erection that was growing under the desk. It was a losing battle with her this close.
"Mhm," she confirmed. She leaned up against her desk, crossing her arms under her breasts, bringing them closer together.
"Can I tell you a confession, Harry? You won't think badly of your teacher?" she asked, fluttering her eyelashes at him.
"Uh, no, Professor Sinistra, I could never think badly of you," He said.
"Can you keep a secret?" she asked.
"For you? Of course!" Harry said.
"Good, well, that's a weight off my shoulders," she said, laughing gratefully. "Well, I just had to confess, that when you and Fleur were having your, uh, encounter, I was listening, and, well, I sort of started to enjoy it."
Harry was pretty sure he wasn't supposed to be hearing this sort of thing from a teacher, and by the way, she was blushing, He knew she was thinking the same. She wasn't supposed to be enjoying listening to students having sex. Still, it was Professor Sinistra, and Harry didn't want to get her in any trouble. That, and, well, he was curious about where she was going with this.
"You did?" Harry asked.
"Yes. So often, when I hear students in there, I hear fumbling, just stupid teen stuff, then some grunting, then a girl complaining. Not with you two, though. Listening to you two, together, like that... it was, merlin, I'd say it was pretty hot," Professor Sinistra said, her hands unconsciously trailing over her body, one grazing over her breast, the other down her front. Harry was not even sure she knew what she was doing, but she was lost in the moment, and Harry was enjoying her getting lost in the moment, so he let it happen.
"When I listened to you two, when I listened to what you did to her... I couldn't help myself. I started to, Merlin, this is so embarrassing... I started to touch myself. I just dropped my panties, and I started rubbing myself, and..."
"I spend a lot of my time when I'm alone in here touching myself because ever since our third child, my husband will rarely have sex with me. I keep in shape, I look like this, and he barely touches me, so yes, I masturbate a lot. But never before in my teaching career have I ever imagined anything because of a student, never imagined I was with a student when I came, never imagined his cock inside of me," she said, her voice husky, eyes locking onto his. They nodded slightly to each other in a quiet understanding, and though Harry was up for it, his heart was pounding.
"Tell me, Harry, what would you do, right now, if I told you that I never put those panties back on after I came listening to you two fucking?" Professor Sinistra asked, parting her legs slightly. Harry looked around the room, confirming the door was locked and the shades drawn on the windows. They were in our own little world in here, and if she was giving Harry an invitation, there was no way he was turning it down.
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