The next day everybody had heard about Roger's telling off by Hermione. She hadn't bothered trying to keep it secret as she loudly called him names like pervert, and creep.
Roger, taken aback, took the whole thing and was unable to get in a full sentence. Hermione shouted over his stammered attempts to salvage the situation.
There were several snickering onlookers, who took no time to spread his humiliation throughout the school.
Everybody found it hilarious, but no one more so than Michael Corner.
As hot as she is, she definitely seems like a hard nut to crack. Not that it was impossible, mind you, it would simply take someone clever to strip off those clothes that seemed like an impenetrable fortress.
There was a reason he was in Ravenclaw. Despite his average marks in class, he had brains. Unfortunately for the school's female population, his smaller brain was considerably more devious and intelligent than their large one.
When his cock found a target, it was determined to slip its way past her lips, whether they were on her head, or between her legs.
Ginny was a good fuck, but wasn't much of a challenge. Granted, it took him longer than he originally thought, but he didn't have to be clever to get inside her as it simply took time.
Hermione Granger would be a different story. She would be a challenge, but that made it all that much more satisfying.
Even if she sucked in bed, fucking her would be quite a triumph.
He loved the thought of having what no one else can, or has had and he knew that the classiest looking woman had an inner slut waiting to get out.
His cock started to harden at the thought of little miss goodie-two-shoes on her back. Hearing her moan his name and beg for his cock would be more satisfying than his best orgasm with Ginny.
However, he had a more urgent target. He wanted to cash in on his bet with Roger immediately.
Ever since Miss Davies arrived he's been aching to fuck her. His mouth watered at the thought of slurping his tongue all over her fat tits. He took great delight in imagining his sweaty cock between them so he couldn't wait.
Michael gave Roger the rest of the week to seal the deal with Hermione, even though it was a hopeless cause and he knew he couldn't do it, he didn't want to act too fast and give Roger a reason to call off the bet.
In that time, he tried his best to warm up to Miss Davies.
She was a kind and caring person, who liked helping others, so he gave her as many reasons to help him as possible. She spent more time with him than any other student and he took advantage of that time well.
He acted overly grateful and kind towards her. So much so that she continuously called him sweet, unaware that her sweet student stole every glance at her tits and ass that he could.
Finally, the week was over and it was time to collect his debt.
"Alright Roger, the week's up," Michael said, triumphantly.
"It's fucking bullshit!" said Roger angrily. "How the fuck did she figure it out?! One second she was putty in my hands, the next she's screaming at me calling me a pervert."
"Maybe you're not as suave as you think," laughed Michael.
"There's something wrong. There's no way she could've figured it out."
"Look mate, the only ones who knew were you, Michael, and I," said Anthony. "And we shook on it, so you know it wasn't us, right?"
"...yeah."
"Then shut the fuck up about it, and go talk to your sister," said Michael.
"Well, fuck, what do you want me to say?"
"Tell her what a great guy I am, how I'm always there for you and such. Sorta true. And try to get her to tutor me in private. Tell her that I lack proper motivation and that maybe she could help get me focused."
"Is that all?" sneered Roger.
"Just make me look good, alright?"
"Fine."
Roger stormed off, out of the Ravenclaw common room.
The next day the Ravenclaws had DADA class with the Hufflepuffs before lunch. Class ended and Michael was delighted to hear his name singled out.
"Michael, could you see me for a moment?" Ms. Davies asked.
Anthony smirked at him as he left with the rest of the class. Several of the other boys glanced back at Michael, jealous.
If only they knew, he thought.
"Come into my office, please."
I'll come wherever you want.
They walked into her office, his eyes following her amazing ass as they swayed before his eyes.
She sat on the edge of her desk, her legs crossed, as she motioned for him to sit in the chair in front of her.
"Look Michael, you're a good student. You're eager and dedicated, but you're still not developing at the same level as the rest of the class.
I've been thinking it over and it would be beneficial for you to have private lessons with me. Normally I wouldn't do it.
I'd typically ask one of your more advanced classmates to be your tutor, but I feel you'll benefit from more professional help. What do you say?"
Thank you, Roger.
"I say yes, and thank you!" Michael said, trying to sound relieved. "I'd love any help I can get, and you're such a great teacher. I can't thank you enough for this!"
"You're very welcome," she said, smiling down at him. "Now, as I said, I don't usually do this, so we're going to have to keep this a secret, alright?"
"Yes, of course."
"Yes of course....?"
"Yes, of course, Professor. Sorry."
"It's quite alright," she smiled at him. "How about we begin this evening? Seven o'clock?"
"Sounds good, Professor. I can't wait."
Her smile widened.
"Nor can I. Now, off you go."
He held his bag in front of his crotch as he got up and left, covering his massive erection.
He arrived at her office 10 minutes early, he had to get ready.
He took out his wand and performed a heating spell on the candles in the room, causing them to give off drastically more heat. He wanted her in as little clothes as possible. And wouldn't mind seeing her skin glisten.
He also learnt a few new spells. He had spent his time leading up to this working on casting wind spells silently. He had mastered it in under an hour. He had also learnt a nifty little unbuttoning spell. He was ready.
He practiced a bit more, and as Ms. Davies entered she saw her student getting in extra practice.
"Well, you are eager, aren't you?" she laughed.
"I want to make my teacher proud," he said, soaking in her figure.
She was wearing a purple work dress, with buttons down the front. All the buttons were done up, shielding her cleavage from view, as always. Her dress wasn't loose enough, so his wind spell would be useless. Next time, he thought.
"Why can't all my students be like you? Now, let's get started: We're going to stand facing each other, and you're going to try to disarm me. I want to get a good look at your form and wand movement. Be sure to speak clearly, and with confidence."
"Can you show me first, Professor?" asked Michael.
"Of course."
She drew up her wand and took aim at him. He was holding his wand at waist level, right beside his dick.
He had made sure to wear tight fitting jeans to show off his meat.
Her eyes darted from his wand to his crotch, and back. Her cheeks were slightly pink as she raised her wand and said, "Expelliarmus."
His wand flew out of his hand and landed ten feet away. She picked it up and handed it back to him. He made sure to brush his hand against hers.
"That was great, Professor!" he exclaimed.
"Thank you, Michael. Now you try it on me."
He took aim at her with his wand and said the incantation.
He made sure to do the movement wrong so as to botch the spell. Then he quickly did the unbuttoning spell, silently.
If she realized what had happened, she'd just think it was the result of his botched spell.
The spell was weakly cast and only managed to undo one button. It didn't offer the view he wanted, but it was still more than he'd seen before.
"I think the problem was with your wand movement. Try again, but follow through more."
He stuck to his plan and did the exact same thing as before. But this time he was a little over-enthusiastic with his button spell. All but one button had completely disappeared somehow. Interesting.
She hadn't moved, so the fabric didn't shift and she hadn't yet noticed. He seized his chance and cast the disarming spell.
Her wand popped out of her hands and dropped a few feet in front of her. His weakly cast disarming spell had done the trick.
"Good job, Michael!"
She walked forward to her wand. She was now six feet in front of him as she bent down to pick it up, offering Michael an exclusive view.
Her breasts looked amazing. They were very creamy, and she had a small birthmark on her right breast. He shifted his erection into his waistband as he continued to ogle her massive cleavage.
As she stood back up, she noticed her wardrobe malfunction. Her brow furrowed in confusion as she realized that her buttons had completely disappeared.
She was completely at a loss as to what happened. She looked at Michael to see if he noticed. Judging by the bulge in his pants, he had. Poor boy, she thought as he acted shy, and looked away.
She couldn't help but notice how big his bulge was. Wow, she thought as she mentally measured it, before she realized how inappropriate it was and looked away, blushing. She also suddenly realized how hot the room was.
"Wow," she said, fanning herself. "It's really hot in here."
The wind from her fanning felt nice on her hot, slightly perspiring chest. She turned away from Michael.
"I'm sorry, Michael. I don't know what happened."
"It's alright, Professor," said Michael, secretly thrilled.
She fiddled with the blouse, thinking, when Michael conveniently offered a solution.
"I can help if you'd like," offered Michael. "I may not be good at defense, but I happen to know a good sewing spell."
Authors Note :-
Firstly I wanna say regarding peoples queries that ..... No he will not be sharing any of the girls with others..... He will be the one snatching other's girls.
And Harry will not have a good end... Well he can be the hero but the girls will be all micheals.
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