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Ceding Control (formerly Goddess of the Moon)	By : Wimp36 Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 272931 -:- Recommendations : 15 -:- Currently Reading : 23
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Chapter 9 — Detention

Harry and Hermione skidded into the greenhouse only moments before the bell, earning them raised eyebrows from Professor Sprout and giggles or grins from most of their fellow students. Neville and Blaise caught each others eyes for a brief moment and grinned, knowing that no one else in the greenhouse had the faintest idea why Harry and Hermione were actually late.

“You weren’t at breakfast, Harry,” said Ron in a worried tone that stood in marked contrast to the rage that had filled it only an hour before.

“Hermione and I went early,” Harry replied.

“I bet you did,” snorted Dean, high-fiving Seamus. Harry punched Dean in the arm lightly, and, when Ron laughed, he punched him, too. It felt good to be able to act like a man, if even for a few moments.

Hermione blushed furiously at the attention and looked down at the bench. When she looked up she made eye-contact with Lavender, who waggled her eyebrows at Hermione suggestively, causing Hermione, Lavender, Parvati, and a few other girls to devolve into fits of giggles.

“All right, everybody,” called Professor Sprout. “Please take out your books and quills, and direct your attention to the plant at the front of the room.”

***

The day went normally enough, other than the occasional leers from Neville and Blaise — the only two of Harry’s year-mates who knew about his secret — and his unease with Ron’s behavior that morning, the only changes in his daily routine were the frequent stops for kisses with Hermione between classes.

At lunch they were joined by Ginny and Luna, who sat on either side of Neville as they ate, Luna’s hand surreptitiously stroking him beneath the table. Neville grinned at Harry as he re-activated the spell on Hermione’s panties while Ginny did the same to Harry’s cage. Neither of them was able to concentrate much on eating after that.

“Hermione, what’s wrong?” Asked Ginny sweetly, “You look red!”

“You too, Harry,” added Luna, wickedly.

“I’m fine,” said Hermione, her voice a little huskier than usual. “The food’s just a little spicier than usual.”

“Yeah,” whimpered Harry, his cock in agony. “Spicy.”

Neville snorted in amusement, and Luna and Ginny both smirked.

After lunch came potions. Slughorn was in his usual mood, praising Harry and Hermione wildly as he strolled around the dungeon. It was only after class that he pulled Hermione aside.

“Miss Granger,” he said, “I was surprised to hear that you earned yourself a detention for breaking curfew! I expect better of you, though no doubt you were merely coming back from the library or some such. No matter!” He blustered on, not giving Hermione a chance to speak. “I’ll make good use of you this week! I have a number of very sensitive potions brewing that I could use a good assistant to finish! Off with you!”

Hermione joined Harry as they dashed up the stairs to the last class of the day: Charms. Neville wasn’t in potions that year, but he was in Charms. He wave to them when they came in.

“Harry! Hermione!” He called. “I saved seats for you back here!”

Ron was seated a row down from Neville with Dean, still laughing about their morning experience, so Harry and Hermione joined Neville (Hermione did so with noticeably more enthusiasm).

As Flitwick began his lecture, Neville leaned over to Hermione and whispered something to her. She nodded and took her wand out under the desk and cast a few quick spells to keep other students from turning back to look at them.

Once the spells were in place, Neville took out his cock behind the desk, grabbed Hermione’s hand, and placed it on his member. She began to stroke it eagerly, doing her best to keep her arm motion minimal beneath the table. Neville spun his wand casually through the air and Harry felt his cock cage start to vibrate softly. He groaned, earning him a smirk from Neville.

“Don’t look away,” Neville mouthed at Harry, who found himself unable to take his eyes off Hermione’s small hand as it slowly worked its way up and down Neville’s monstrosity. Harry, to his great shame, could even feel his mouth starting to water slightly at the sight.

As the lecture continued, Harry found it harder and harder to concentrate, it was almost as if Neville’s cock was hypnotic. At one point he even found himself lifting a hand as if to join Hermione in pleasuring him, but he caught himself in time and made it look as though he were merely scratching his head. Neville didn’t seem to notice.

With only a few minutes left in the lecture — only Hermione seemed able to take notes, a level of multitasking that astonished both Harry and Neville — Neville finally groaned.

“Gonna cum,” he whispered to Hermione. Hermione flicked her wand, causing a box of chalk to begin dancing on the blackboard. Professor Flitwick turned away from the class, cursing Peeves, and Hermione ducked her head down to receive Neville’s load, her cheeks bulging with the volume of his seed.

Just as Flitwick turned back around, Hermione pulled her head up. Neville winked at Harry as he tucked his cock back into his pants. He leaned in and whispered to Hermione.

“Keep it in your mouth until class is over,” he ordered. Hermione nodded.

When Flitwick ended the lecture Neville urged Harry and Hermione out of the classroom in front of him. Once they were in the hallway he turned to them again as their classmates streamed out.

“I think you should give Harry a kiss, Hermione,” he suggested. “I’m so happy that you two are finally together! We’ve all been waiting for it for years!”

As several of their yearmates, including Ron, Dean, Seamus, Lavender, Parvati, Padma, and Hannah looked on, Hermione pulled Harry into a kiss, pushing Neville’s cum into his mouth. He swallowed quickly and as unobtrusively as possible, trying as much as possible to make it look like an ordinary kiss. Their classmates cheered and hooted.

“‘Bout time, Harry!” Called Dean.

“Lucky girl!” Giggled Lavender.

“You’re a wet kisser, Harry!” teased Neville, observing a blob of semen that lingered on Hermione’s lips. “You’ve slobbered all over her face! You can’t leave your girlfriend looking like that!”

Flush with embarrassment yet again, Harry leaned in and licked the cum off of Hermione’s lips as the hoots and cheers resumed.

“That’s nasty, Neville,” said Seamus, laughing as he walked away. Once again, Harry felt himself blushing furiously.

***

After dinner, Harry and Hermione headed to the library to do homework before their respective detentions. Ron, as usual, decided that goofing off with Dean and Seamus was more appealing than productivity, leaving the two of them alone, to Harry’s delight.

For the better part of two hours, they alternated work and kissing. Harry even went as far as fingering Hermione under their table, bringing her to a mostly silent orgasm. They were nearly finished with their work when they were joined by Ginny and Luna.

“Mind if we join you?” Asked Luna, sliding into a seat. “I hear you have detention tonight, slut,” she added to Harry, using one of the words that was meant to reinforce his submission.

“And you, too, you filthy little mudblood,” purred Ginny as she sat next to Hermione.

“Yes, Mistress,” admitted Harry, flinching slightly as Luna’s hand gave his cock a squeeze. “Our detention starts in fifteen minutes.”

“Just enough time then!” Proclaimed Luna, casting a silent muffliato and a notice-me-not charm. “Under the table! Both of you!”

Glancing around briefly to make sure the spells were working, Harry slid off his chair and onto his knees in front of Luna as Hermione did the same for Ginny. Luna slid her thighs forward on the chair and flipped up her skirt, revealing her frilled pink panties, straining to contain the bulge of her cock.

“Get to work, whore!” She ordered. Behind him, Harry could already hear Hermione lapping at Ginny’s pussy. He pulled aside the fabric of Luna’s panties, freed her cock, and took it into his mouth. It astounded him that he could still feel the femininity that she exuded. Even though he had spent part of the morning sucking off a progression of different cocks, Luna’s was unique.

It was hers.

And he loved it.

He reverently sucked up and down her shaft, easily taking her all of the way to the base, and using his tongue to caress the head of her cock and to tease her balls when he reached the bottom. Within minutes he felt her grasp the top of his head and pull him tight, filling his mouth with her seed. Knowing what was expected of him, Harry kept the cum in his mouth as Luna readjusted her clothes and pushed back from the table.

“Good boy,” she said. “Swallow.”

Harry obeyed and Luna patted him on the top of his head.

“Your mudblood is doesn’t seem to be very well motivated, Harry.” Said Ginny. “Get under there and lick her twat. Don’t let her cum, though!”

Harry turned around and lifted the kneeling Hermione’s skirt and rolled her panties down to her kneed. He gave her plug a kiss before shoving his face into her gorgeous pussy. He had forgotten that she still had Blaise’s load from earlier sealed inside until it started to gush out onto his tongue. Luna laughed.

“Leftover breakfast, Harry?” She asked. “I wonder if you’ve got a little left, too!” She pulled his trousers and panties down and removed his plug. “Oh! You do! Such a nice load, too! Who’s is it, pet?”

Harry tried to answer through a mouthful of cum and pussy. Luna laughed.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full. Swallow and then answer.”

Harry obeyed.

“Malfoy’s” he muttered, embarrassed all over again.

Across the table, Ginny finally came, squirting aggressively onto Hermione’s face.

“We can’t let that pureblood seed go to waste!” She exclaimed. “Mudblood! Suck that cum out of Harry’s ass.” Hermione crawled over to Harry and positioned his ass over her mouth, causing him to shudder in pleasure as Draco’s load flowed out and her tongue caressed his hole.

“What’s his cock like, Harry?” Asked Ginny. “I might give it a try. I’d love to have the two of you eat his cum out of my pussy.”

Harry blushed before answering.

“It’s the prettiest one I’ve ever seen except for Mistress Luna’s,” he said honestly.

“Awww,” said Luna, kissing him. “That’s sweet. Go on.”

“Almost as big as Blaise. Very thick.”

The girls laughed and whispered to each other as they allowed Harry and Hermione to re-dress and neaten up.

“You two need to run!” Said Luna. “Almost time for detention! But since you aren’t required to wear uniforms for detention…”

She waved her wand, shortening Hermione’s skirt to a barely decent band of blue cotton, transforming her shirt into a teal crop top that revealed her navel, and her stockings into fishnets. Her shoes went from modest every day pumps to teetering stiletto stilts.

Blushing, Hermione took off for Slughorn’s office, while Harry headed for the Astronomy Tower. When he reached the tower, he found Professor Sinistra’s office and knocked on the door. He thought he heard a short yelp and a deep laugh from inside before the door swung open and Professor Sinistra stepped out.

Her robe had been tugged on rather hastily, not quite hiding the fact that she wore nothing but what looked like a black negligee and garter belt beneath. Her hair, usually neatly braided, was wild and tangled, and her jet black skin glistened with a fine sheen of sweat. Harry, who had occasionally fantasized about the young Astronomy professor, felt his cock give a painful twinge in its cage.

“Oh, Potter.” She said, tugging the robe closed further. “I forgot you had detention tonight. I was just…exercising. Lost track of the time. Head up to the top of the tower, there should be brass polish in the cabinet. Get the biggest telescope polished. That will be all for tonight! I’ll be up in a while to check on your progress.”

She began to shut the door hastily, but not before Harry saw Blaise Zabini step out of the attached bedroom, his cock swinging grotesquely between his legs.

“Hi, Potter!” He called.

“Blaise!” Gasped Sinistra, “What are you doing!”

“Relax, babe,” he said, coming up behind her and giving her ass a swat. “Potter here is a good little sissy cuckold. He’d never blab. If he did, the whole castle would know what he is as quick as you can blink.”

“Oh…” said Sinistra, a small smirk forming on her lips. “Well then, come in, Potter.” She held the door open and Harry entered. “I always appreciate having an audience. Here…” She handed him a small pot of brass polish, a rag, and a portable telescope. “We’ll start with a polishing tutorial.”

Blaise smirked arrogantly as Professor Sinistra dropped her robes and knelt before him. Her black negligee split just beneath her breasts to show a flat expanse of stomach. Her garter belt held up a pair of lace-topped black stockings. Capping off the image of perfection was a pair of lace-trimmed crotchless black panties, revealing Sinistra’s dripping slit.

“Oh, and Harry,” she added as she applied oil to her hands, “take off your shirt and trousers, you don’t want to get that polish on your clothes. It’s almost impossible to get out. Even with magic.”

With great trepidation, Harry obeyed, removing his shirt, and shoes first, and then, a mix of horniness and humiliation swamping his brain, he removed his pants, revealing his stockings and panties. Sinistra and Blaise both hooted with laughter when Harry was done.

“Well that’s a sight,” said Sinistra. She pulled his panties aside to free his caged cock. “I always had you pegged as a stud, Harry. I guess I was wrong. Now watch.” She turned her attention back to Blaise. “You want to work the oil into the shaft, and then slowly and firmly rub it in.” She demonstrated, lubing Blaise’s cock to a fine ebony sheen. Harry meekly mimicked her with the telescope, his arousal at the sight of Sinistra’s body slowly overwhelming his humiliation.

For long minutes, Sinistra lovingly spread the oil over every inch of Blaise’s member. Every now and then she would run her tongue over part of him, or lift his cock so she could kiss one of his balls. Her fingers traced the outline of each vein and teased the underside of his bulbous head. He casually summoned a glass of whisky to drink while their professor worshipped him.

Once his cock was sufficiently oiled, Sinistra flipped over onto her hand and knees and reached back to guide him into her asshole. She moaned salaciously as Cormac’s cock spread her cheeks apart and began to piston in and out. Harry stopped polishing and reached down to touch his caged cock, wishing he could jack off to the sight in front of him. Blaise saw what he had done.

“Get down on the floor next to her, Potter,” he ordered. Harry obeyed and Blaise reached down to tug his panties aside. He removed Harry’s plug and tossed it across the room. “Here,” he said summoning a huge black dildo from the bedroom. I made this for my slut, here. It’s a copy of mine. You like?”

“Yes, sir,” said Harry. Sinistra and Blaise both laughed. Blaise tapped the dildo with his wand and it flew into the air, burying itself painfully in Harry’s ass, stretching him far beyond any cock or dildo he’d ever taken. The magicked dildo matched Blaise’s speed perfectly, as if he was fucking Harry, too.

Sinistra, her face pressed into the carpet, pulled Harry’s face towards her and began to kiss him as the twin cocks fucked them towards ecstasy.

“Master!” Shrieked the professor. “Can I cum?”

“Of course, pet!” Said Blaise as he increased his pace.

“May I cum, too, sir?” Asked Harry, the pressure on his prostate beginning to swamp his mind.

“Yeah, why not,” said Blaise. “Draco let you cum this morning. Might as well get you used to cumming on Slytherin cock.”

With a meager whimper that was drowned out by Sinistra’s cries of pleasure, Harry shot his load onto the floor before collapsing. As Sinistra came, Blaise pulled out of her ass.

“On your knees!” He ordered. “Both of you! Press your faces together!”

Harry and Sinistra both scrambled to obey and Blaise fisted his cock the rest of the way to orgasm, drenching both faces in hot cum. Sinistra eagerly licked his seed off Harry’s face without being told and pulled him into another kiss, sharing Blaise’s load.

“Good girl,” said Blaise as he pulled his clothes back on. “Now, I need a shower, and you two have detention.”

“Yes, sir.” Said Sinistra as she gave her pussy a final rub. Blaise left the room, laughing.

“What are you waiting for, Potter?” Asked Sinistra, as she used her wand to clean her face and began collecting her ordinary clothes. “You still have telescopes to clean!”

“Yes, Professor.” Said Harry, looking around for his clothes. “Ummm, Professor? I don’t see my clothes.”

“Oh, of course. Here,” she swished her wand and Harry once again found himself in a French Maid’s uniform. “Better for cleaning in, isn’t it? I expect you to finish the largest telescope before my seventh-year NEWT astronomy class gets here in…” she checked the clock on her mantle, “one hour. Get to it!”

Harry hurried up the tower steps to the observatory, his heels clicking on the flagstone floor. He sincerely hoped he could clean the telescope before any of the seventh-years showed up to see him dressed as a maid, though the thought of the humiliation had his cock once again straining against his cage.

***

“Professor Slughorn?” Called Hermione, as she rapped on the door to his office. The door swung open on its own.

“Ah! Miss Granger! Come in! Come in!” Called the Professor jovially.

Hermione entered as she was bid and stopped, seeing Cormac seated at Slughorn’s desk, sharing a glass of brandy with the professor.

“Hey, Granger!” He said, looking her up and down favorably. “I was just about to leave.” He drained his brandy and stood up. “Always good to talk with you, professor.” As he left he reached under Hermione’s skirt and gave her plug a tweak.

Slughorn had turned around briefly to refill his glass and had missed the interaction, though Hermione was sure he had noticed her attire and had a suspicion about why Cormac had been talking to the fat old man.

“What a fine young man,” he said, turning around with two more full glasses. “He was just telling me about a letter he received from his uncle, and thanking me for throwing the party. A most pleasant young man, indeed. Here,” he handed her a glass of brandy. “a quick drink before we get to work won’t hurt.”

He continued talking, clearly finding no need for her to participate in the conversation.

“You seemed to have quite an enjoyable time at the party as well, Miss Granger. Young Cormac was most kind to escort you for the evening. It certainly must have been a great privilege for one of no particular lineage such as yourself to attend a fête with such a pedigreed young man.” He took another large swig of brandy.

“The two of you seemed to hit it off quite well. I thought for a moment that the two of you would start dating, despite your differing classes — not that such things truly matter outside of the Wizengamot, mind you—but he informs me that you and young Mr. Potter have taken up now. Awfully quick of you to get together so soon after attending a function with other partners, but I suppose that is the nature of youth.”

He finished his brandy. Hermione had hardly touched hers.

“Not to your liking, Miss Granger?” He asked, seeing her full glass.

“No, sir,” she stammered. “It’s fine. I just want to keep a clear head to help you with the potions, sir.”

“Quite right!” He chortled. “To work!”

He lead her into his private workroom where a number of cauldrons bubbled away merrily. Hermione instantly recognized a vat of Polyjuice Potion, one of Veritaserum, and one of the birth control potion that Madam Pomfrey distributed to girls who either wished to control their cycle or who were concerned about pregnancy. Hermione herself, out of an abundance of caution, had been taking weekly draughts of the potion for the two years, ever since her crush on Harry had reached the stage where she masturbated to fantasies of him on a nightly basis.

The final cauldron contained a viscous, murky blue potion that she didn’t recognize.

“I see that you recognize these three,” said Slughorn. “We have a little work to do on them all, tonight. Here,” he handed her a sheet of instructions. “Start on the Polyjuice, I’ll tackle the Veritaserum.”

Hermione did as instructed, adding ingredients and stirring the gloopy black potion as directed, and doing her best to present that Slughorn was not staring at her scantily covered ass. When she was done with the Polyjuice, she turned to the third potion, adding the remaining ingredients to that one as well. Slughorn looked on admiringly.

“You are most talented, Miss Granger. Most talented, indeed.”

“Thank you, professor,” she said.

“Now!” He clapped his hands together. “This last potion. Any idea what it is?”

“No, sir,” admitted Hermione, slightly abashed.

“No reason to be embarrassed, my dear! This is one of my own invention that I sell. I make quite a mint with it too! It’s a little concotion for the older gentleman. It helps prevent baldness, keeps the joints healthy, and promotes…ahem,” he cleared his throat, “virility, for those unfortunate souls who need a little assistance in that area.” He looked her up and down hungrily.

“I wasn’t planning on having you help with this one, as the remaining ingredient is not one I would usually allow a student to handle, but given my conversation with young Cormac earlier, I think you may be able to render some assistance.”

Hermione’s stomach sank. She had a good idea of what manner of assistance Slughorn had in mind, and it appealed to her not in the least. At the same time, her intellectual pride made her pre-empt Slughorn’s monologue.

“The remaining ingredient,” she began, with a bit of trepidation, “is semen, isn’t it?”

Slughorn laughed jovially.

“Quite right, my dear! Sharp as a pin, you are! But not just any seed will do! It must come from a virile man!” He slapped his enormous belly happily.

“As I said, I had thought that you and young Cormac were an item initially, before I learned that you and Mr. Potter were stepping out together. But Mr. McClaggan informed me that your assistance in this matter would almost certainly be forthcoming.” He leered down at her. “He told me of a few of your escapades. I thought he might be having me on…I do have a fondness for pranksters…but seeing your attire, and given how quickly you grasped my meaning just now, I’m inclined to believe him.” His grin spread.

“On your knees, Miss Granger,” he ordered.

Hermione obeyed, stiffly. At his gestured urging, she reached forward and undid the fastening of his robes and unbuttoned his voluminous trousers, as they pooled around his ankles she let out a gasp. There, proudly jutting out from under his massive belly was the single largest cock she had ever seen. It even put Neville’s to shame. Frankly, she thought, it would make some horses jealous. She gulped.

“Virility is necessary for this potion, Miss Granger,” said Slughorn, throwing off his robes and shirt and stepping out of his trousers. “And there’s no more virile a man in this castle. I think, though I have no evidence for this, that the purer the blood, and the larger the supplying cock, the stronger the resultant potion. I also think, with a little more proof, that seed extracted by the stimulation of a female partner is likewise more potent. With that in mind, be about it, Miss Granger!”

With significantly less delay than when she had opened his trousers, Hermione grasped his massive manhood and raised it to her lips. It nearly dislocated her jaw, but with a great effort, Hermione managed to slip Slughorn’s cock into her mouth. Despite her previous efforts at the gloryhole, and with Cormac, Blaise, and Neville, she was entirely unprepared for Slughorn: his girth stretched her mouth to the point that she could feel her jaw straining absurdly and before even a third of his member was in her mouth she was gagging and spluttering worse than she had even that first time with Cormac. As her eyes began to water uncontrollably, Slughorn’s laugh brought her focus back to him.

“Oh, dear,” he boomed. “Never had one quite this big, Miss Granger? Not to worry, I’ll assist you!”

With that he grasped the back of her head in remarkably strong hands and pulled her head towards his belly. Her hands scrabbled uselessly at his immense thighs for a moment as the head of his cock pushed into her throat. Just as she was beginning to fear that she wouldn’t be ablate breathe, a cooling sensation filled her lungs. Slughorn’s wand rested against her throat briefly.

“There we are! No worries about breathing any more, now we can enjoy ourselves.”

And so they did. No longer concerned for her air supply, Hermione focused on touching her lips to the base of Slughorn’s member. After a few more minutes she had made her way three quarters of the way down his cock. She could feel him stretching her throat to comic proportions. One of her hands reached up to help guide to cock into her mouth while the other entered her panties to rub her soaking pussy.

What would Slughorn feel like inside her? Would he fit? Maybe he’d even fuck her ass! At the same time that her lips finally met the coarse grey pubic hair that surrounded Slughorn’s massive cock, she came, screaming around his member.

Slughorn chuckled again and took hold of her head again and began to fuck her throat in earnest, pulling back each time to leave only the first five inches of his cock in her mouth before burying his entire length — nearly eighteen inches by her best estimate — in her throat. He used her throat with surprising speed for the better part of ten minutes before pulling out, his member copiously coated in her saliva.

“Aim it into the potion, Miss Granger! Mustn’t lose track of our goal tonight!”

Gasping for breath, Hermione seized his cock and began to pump it with both hands, leaning in to lick his balls as she aimed the cock over her shoulder into the cauldron. With a massive bellow, Slughorn came. She could feel the semen pulsing out of his cock like water through a hose.

Behind her, she heard the potion hiss and sputter. Slughorn sighed.

“Very well done, my dear! Very well done indeed! This may well prove to be the strongest batch I’ve ever made. I may need to raise my prices!”

He slumped back into a plush armchair, his cock deflating somewhat.

Hermione, finding herself at a peak of both arousal and intellectual curiosity looked into the cauldron while continuing to rub her aching pussy. Slughorn looked like he might be done for the night…but then again…a thought came to her. She had seen two other cauldrons on small burners in a corner. Both looked like less-complete versions of the virility potion.

“Professor?” She began. “You said that you believed the potion was strengthened when the semen was extracted by a female participant?”

“Yes, Miss Granger,” said Slughorn, tiredly, “what of it?”

“Well, might it not be strengthened even further if it was extracted by a vagina instead of by hand?” She rubbed herself even harder. Slughorn’s sleepy eyes popped open.

“Hmmm,” he murmered. “It’s possible…” He glanced at the incomplete potions in the corner. “These two should be ready for the addition of semen by tomorrow night. I believe we should try it then. That will be all for tonight.”

Though she was not entirely satisfied by the prospect of a future fucking, she supposed it would have to do. She glanced at the clock on the wall. She still had an hour or so before Harry would be done with his detention. More than enough time to burn off some steam if she found the right partner.

“Very well, Professor,” she said, slightly dejectedly rearranging her clothes. “I’ll see you tomorrow night. And if you ever require any other…assistance, please call on me.” She bent down and kissed him first on the cheek and then, rather wickedly, on the tip of his cock.

Leaving his office she hesitated. Where to go? As if on cue, she saw Luna and Neville cross a corridor ahead of her, heading for the Room of Requirement. Bingo. That would do quite nicely.

She sprinted after them.

***

Harry completed his task mere minutes before the astronomy lecture was scheduled to begin. Professor Sinistra arrived — fully dressed this time — to inspect his work. She took her time, examining every inch of the telescope. Harry could hear footsteps coming up the stairs to the tower. He was about to be seen by a dozen seventh-years while done up as a slutty French Maid. He didn’t know whether to be ashamed or aroused.

“Well done, Potter,” said Sinistra at last. With another smirk, she waved her wand and Harry’s clothes transformed back to their original state. “You may go for the evening.”

Harry dashed off down the stairs past the bleary-eyed seventh years and headed for Gryffindor Tower and his promised reward.
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