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Professor Monroe	By : Athey1024 Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 15724 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 25
Disclaimer: I am not J. K. Rowling. I do not own Harry Potter. This is a work of fanfiction and no profit is being made. It is a for-fun endeavor and no infringement is intended.

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“Harry.”

“Hmm?”

“You should wake up now.”

“Mmm... dun wanna,” Harry grumbled and made to turn over but suddenly lurched with surprise as he got a sudden flash of vertigo as he came to realize that if he'd rolled, he would have rolled off the edge of whatever he was on. Harry blinked his eyes and shook his head in confusion, frowning and looking around.

He was on a couch. That was why he had nearly rolled off of something. He twisted a bit, about to sit up when he felt the cold sticky discomfort he'd grown fairly familiar with over the last month, from his unfortunately frequent nighttime emissions. Then it all came back and Harry gasped. He was sitting upright in a flash and he turned, eyes huge, to look at his professor, sitting in an arm chair a few feet away, smiling with smug amusement.

“P-Professor!” Harry gasped, wondering if maybe he'd just fallen asleep on the couch and dreamed the whole thing – if that were the case, he'd probably made noise or rutted in his sleep, and that would be horrifyingly embarrassing. The alternative theory – the one that said what had happened had really happened, seemed too impossible to even consider.

His teacher chuckled. “Honestly, Harry, I think at this point, you've earned the right to call me by my name. At least, when we're alone.”

“Y-your name?” Harry stuttered, his mind still in denial that this could be real.

“Maximilian. Or Max, if you want.”

“Max,” Harry echoed in a whisper.

“Good. Now, you and I clearly cannot go on pretending that there is nothing unusual between the two of us. The reaction that happens when we touch is indescribably intense. Even I lost control of myself this time, and that is quite a feat. Granted, I didn't exactlywant to fight it, and that didn't help my will power much,” he chuckled, and gave Harry a rather lusty leer that set Harry's heart racing again.

“Uwhuh? Harry said stupidly, and mentally berated himself an instant later for sounding like such a moron.

“Our magic reacts to one another. It's not an unheard of phenomenon, but this is the most extreme example I've ever seen of it.”

“Wait – okay, what?” Harry said, sitting up straighter and trying to be a bit more rational so he could make sense of the situation he found himself in.

“Well, everyone's magic has a frequency. It developed during childhood, and settles into a constant around puberty when you begin to train your magic. By the time a person reaches adulthood, it's static and does not change. Over the course of history, there have been people who have encountered other witches or wizards that have a magical frequency so similar to their own, that magic can pass between them almost freely. It causes a reaction along the lines of what we've been experiencing.”

“Oh,” Harry said, his brows raising into his forehead.

“However, like I said, ours is far more intense than anything I've ever seen reported before.”

Harry frowned. “Why do you suppose that?”

“I would say...” Professor Monroe... Maximilian, said and paused, “I would say that our magical frequencies are not merely similar, but that they are in fact identical. Absolutely identical. There is no resistance slowing any magical energy transfer between us. Direct physical contact only activates the connection making it infinitely more intense.”

“And that's why we're attracted to each other?” Harry asked, frowning slightly.

“No, that's merely why we experienced such an intense sensation when we touched,” Maximilian said, looking up at Harry through his long eyelashes with a bit of a smirk. “Our mutual attraction is an entirely separate occurance.”

“Oh,” Harry said again, flushing, and finding himself grinning and feeling quite pleased all of a sudden.

“The question is, what we do now. It is entirely inappropriate for a teacher and a student to engage in such activities – obviously.”

Harry's heart sank and his face fell. He swallowed the disappointed lump in his throat and slowly nodded his head. His mind was only just starting to wrap itself around the realization that the amazing thing he'd experienced earlier was real, and now he was faced with the hard reality that it wasn't going to happen again.

“However,” Maximilian said, smirking at Harry and taking a sip from a cup of tea Harry only just now realized he was holding, “I will not always be your teacher. I haven't made any plans to stay at Hogwarts beyond this one year – given history, I thought it was a safe assumption anyway.”

Harry stared at him, trying to wrap his mind around that and a tiny bud of hope bloomed in the back of his mind. “So... so we just can't do anything until the school year is over?” he asked, still feeling rather disappointed, but not nearly as bad as he had a moment before.

Maximilian hummed and gave a sort of one-shouldered shrug. “That, or restrict our actions and make sure to be especially cautious. I would, obviously, prefer to avoid a scandal – and we know it would be a scandal. I would be accused of taking advantage of you –Harry Potter – and probably accused of being a pedophile or something equally idiotic and attention grabbing,” he rolled his eyes and chuckled. “The papers would have a field day with it, of course. I would also, no doubt, lose my job. This very well may be the thing that causes my employment there to end, in fact. The position is supposed to be cursed after all. Really, it's not hard to predict the sorts of things that it will cause to happen. Employing a werewolf was like asking for a student to get attacked – honestly, no matter how good of a teacher the man was, Dumbledore was just asking for trouble with that one.”

Harry's jaw floundered and his heart pounded. Professor Monroe was being rather flippant with the whole thing, but that all sounded absolutely awful to Harry.

“Would... would you get in trouble with the Ministry? I mean, could you be charged or anything like that?” Harry asked, worriedly.

“The age of consent in the wizarding world is fifteen, so no, there is no legal restriction against the two of us being involved with each other, merely a school policy against teachers and students fraternizing.”

“Oh,” Harry said feeling a small bit of the weight on his shoulders vanish. “Well, there's that at least,” he said with a weak grin before looking down at his lap in embarrassment. Harry's head shot up suddenly as he remembered something. “Oh hey – Mr. Jennings, my solicitor, said that he was going to set me up with their public relations department to help get control over the press's coverage of me, and he came up with this idea for getting me emancipated, so I wouldn't be considered a minor anymore. Would any of that make a difference?”

Maximilian gave a thoughtful nod, humming. “Perhaps – of course, that would only partially soften the blow in a situation should a relationship come to light after I'd already left the school. A teacher and a student involved in a relationship would have rather significant ramifications no matter what, but the news would die down quickly enough. People are always looking for a new bit of gossip.”

“How can you be so blasé about it?” Harry asked with incredulous awe. “You act like it wouldn't be that big of a deal if it happened.”

“If it happens, it happens. Plus, even bad press is press,” he said with a predatory smirk and a deep chuckle that seemed to go straight to Harry's cock.

Harry frowned and shook his head. “I don't see anything good about bad press. And I should know – it's about the only thing I ever get.”

“That's just because you're young and were kept ignorant of your rights and how to protect yourself. People, and the press especially, have just been taking advantage of you. Given the proper touch, someone skilled enough in PR can turn around any story to their advantage.”

“I'm not sure if I really approve much of that,” Harry said with a sigh as he let himself sink back into the couch.

“Sometimes the only way to change the system is to learn how to best work within it, and then change it from the inside. Trying to tear the system down by force in order to start with a clean slate may seem appealing and easier, but it really isn't.”

He had a sort of knowing and vaguely bitter edge to his voice, that sort of nagged at the edge of Harry's mind, but it was quickly pushed away as Maximilian stood up suddenly.

“Well, it's getting late. Most all of the other students have already returned to the castle and dinner will be in less than an hour.”

Harry's eyes widened with surprise at the amount of time that had passed and he quickly stood up as well. “Erm... can I use the loo?” he asked, flushing with embarrassment.

Maximilian smirked knowingly and nodded his head. He motioned towards the door on the left of the fireplace and Harry quickly disappeared through it. He pulled out his wand and cringed in anticipation as he cast the gentlest scouring charm he knew. It still felt indescribably uncomfortable. Cleaning his bits with magic was not something he enjoyed, but given the circumstances, it was pretty much his only option. The spell took care of his pants as well, and he adjusted himself and zipped his trousers back up with a sigh. He washed his hands and ran his wet fingers through his hair, scrutinizing his appearance and feeling jittery and giddy at the same time.

Part of him was just starting to register with awed amazement that he really had snogged with his hot Defense professor in the man's private flat, and the man wasn't trying to throw some sort of fit or insist they never do anything like it ever again. Harry pulled in a deep breath and tried to control the excited and nervous jitters. Finally he turned and left the bathroom, looking around cautiously for a moment until he spotted his professor standing by the door, holding Harry's heavy outer cloak.

Harry walked over and gave the other man a sheepish smile before accepting it and putting it on.

“I hope I'll still be seeing you after classes and in the morning exercises,” Maximilian said softly, once Harry was ready.

Harry looked up at him with confusion for a moment. Monroe must have correctly interpreted his confusion because he pressed on.

“I was just worried that you might feel uncomfortable or embarrassed by what happened, and start avoiding me outside of class,” he said, grinning softly.

“Oh! No, I er... no, I'll still be there,” Harry finished, ducking his head to hide his flushed cheeks.

The pair exited the flat and went down the narrow wooden stairs that were attached to the side of the building. They continued down the short stretch of street until they got back onto High street and began making their way down it, towards the path that would lead back to Hogwarts.
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