Harry Potter Erotica [R-18]

After the spell impacted the far wall, he glanced back and noticed the frown on the witch's face. "No, no no, remember what I told you Harry? It is about presentation. You must flow with grace and flourish! The art of the duel is not just victory or defeat, it is impressing one's opponent and judges."

To Harry Potter there were no judges in a duel and impressing one's opponent meant impressing a raging sociopath hell-bent on murdering him. She moved forward to stand behind him once more, much to his dismay, and went to work 'adjusting' his posture.

There was little was little point in lying, the second time it was little more than groping. Her hands began just above his waist and uncomfortably spun him slightly to the side. As they did so one and easily moved around to feel up his backside, squeezing his buttocks with little attempt at subtlety.

Then her hands continued down to his legs, and for a moment he forgot to breathe as they squeezed his upper thighs before pretending to shift his stance. The humiliation and discomfort had been bad enough up until that point, but they were dangerously close to outright sexual assault.

Even worse than Gordana's actions was his own response, his body betraying his disgust with the faint shivers and beginning signs of arousal.

"Let's try one more time, shall we?"

He didn't want to, in fact he wanted to blast the woman through the nearest wall then take a shower so hot it would burn his skin off.

But he couldn't, not when this would likely be his only viable option. Still, maybe he could just do as she asked in the 'correct' way and be excused for the remainder of the evening.

His task was to dodge an imaginary spell and then return a stunner, and he did so in the most ridiculous and showy method he could think of. He twirled about, dipping, and making exaggerated movements before launching the spell with just enough accuracy to hit the target but nothing more.

If he was being honest, it was more difficult than an actual duel.

Still, it seemed to have done its job and he noticed the slight nod of approval from his instructor. "Good, that was very good Harry. Just think, a few more weeks and you will be nearing 'blue ribbon' levels!"

It took a massive amount of willpower not to roll his eyes.

Unfortunately, it was during that moment that she stepped up behind him once more. "Almost good enough, we just need to make one small adjustment…" Her hands were on his upper thighs, squeezing and directing them in a way that had absolutely nothing to do with his movement or prior actions.

Afterwards he thought, prayed, they might be done. Then he felt her hands on his crotch, fingers squeezing. His breath caught in his chest, limbs paralyzed and heart rate skyrocketing.

Worse was his own reaction, or at least the natural one his body took. Deep down he had known this might be a possible outcome, but his mental preparations hadn't been enough for the woman outright molesting him, nor his body's own response to it.

"Mmmm very promising. I'm sure you've been told how this works, haven't you? It's why you approached me after all. No one would want someone like Snape touching them. Lessons for a bit of fun, I think its a fair trade, don't you?" She accented with with another squeeze, and Harry was just thankful that he didn't need to look at her and that his clothing was still on.

With one more, almost painful, squeeze she pulled back, allowing the boy to breathe again and hope that this part of his 'task' was almost through.

Then he heard something that froze the blood in his veins almost as badly as the sound of a snake hissing, a belt hitting the floor.

Harry didn't want to turn around, didn't want to know what was happening behind him, didn't want to face whatever the so-called professor had in mind.

But he had to, and when he had finally swallowed down his pride he slowly twisted to find both what he did and didn't expect.

Lockhart, seated on a chair, legs spread and pants on the floor, her cunt on display. "Let me show you what else I can teach you, hm?"

He knew what she wanted and based on the smirk adorning her face she knew he was aware as well. It turned his stomach, but at the same time something else shifted deep inside as well, that normal feeling of desire in the pit of his body. Hadn't he done something similar with Pandora Malfoy mere months prior? There had been less at stake back then, less hinging on his need to deceive and manipulate the person.

He could do this too.

Moving forward, as if someone else was in control of his body, he approached and went down to his knees, a hand gripping the back of his head and pulling him forward at the same time.

"That's it Harry, good boy, use that mouth of yours."

And he did, using what he learned from the guide he had read, and his own experience with Grace, he went to work, earning quick gasps and moans.

In only a few minutes the woman was bucking against his face, body quivering as she reached a, remarkably fast, orgasm and slumping back into the chair.

"Such a good student." Lockhart muttered, "Knowing how to please a woman, knowing your place."

His lips twitched in defiance, wanting nothing more than to tell the woman where to shove her opinions, but his time was running short and he either needed to think of some kind of excuse to be sent back to the Slytherin commons without escort.

Then he saw it, the apparent exhaustion on her face. "Why don't you get some rest professor, I can make it back on my own.

She looked uncertain for a moment but after a moment nodded. "Yes, of course Harry. One must always get a good night's rest after all so do be sure to keep in mind what you learned today, and we will pick up tomorrow then."

He faked an enthusiastic nod before departing the room, wiping the taste of her from his mouth before steeling his resolve with a deep breath, then moving with intent towards his new destination.

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