Michael was still reeling from his progress the night before, so he decided to put the other part of his plan into action.
He was walking around the library checking each row, when finally he spotted her.
It was the sexy little bookworm herself, Hermione.
She was standing midway up a ladder, looking at the back of a thick, old-looking book. Her tight ass looked amazing from this view. Whereas Ms. Davies was big and thick, Hermione's was smaller and tight.
He liked variety, which is why she was the perfect girl to go after alongside Ms. Davies. Small, thin frame, with perky B-cup tits and a beautiful face.
He needed a reason to talk to her, and it came to him immediately as he pulled out his wand and cast a spell on the ladder. It tipped backwards and Hermione started to fall. He ran over and caught her.
She looked up at him, and he was surprised by the look on her face. He figured she'd either be scared, thankful, or apologetic, but she was none of those things. She looked pissed.
"Put me down," Hermione said haughtily.
He set her back on her feet.
"You should be more careful," he said, trying to cautiously feel out the situation.
"Really? I thought I should be more reckless," she snapped.
What the fuck? Michael furrowed his brow.
"I'm sorry, should I have let you fall and hurt yourself?"
"Madam Pomfrey can regrow bones. I'm sure she could fix whatever would've befallen me."
"So you're not even gonna thank me?"
"Thank you," she said curtly. "Now please, leave me alone."
She was adjusting the ladder, determinedly avoiding eye contact.
"Did I do something to you?"
She stopped adjusting the ladder. She seemed to be collecting herself, then she turned to face him.
"Why don't you go ask Roger Davies. I'm sure you've got lots to discuss," she said venomously, before she stormed off. Michael couldn't help but admire that sweet ass.
Michael headed back to the Ravenclaw common room. He saw Roger sitting by the fire doing homework. He went and sat down beside him.
"Hey," Michael greeted.
"Hey," said Roger, not looking up.
"When Hermione was yelling at you, did you mention our bet?" he asked.
"No," said Roger, looking up. "Why?"
"She's angry with me, and when I asked her why, her exact words were: Why don't you go ask Roger Davies."
"I told you mate, someone told her about the bet, and what I said."
"Said about what?"
"You know, about how I thought she'd be good at giving head, or that her pussy would be really tight."
"You never said that," said Michael, surprised.
"Yes, I did. When we first made the....."
"No, you fucking idiot. You never said she knew the details about our conversation. How the fuck did she find out?"
"Who knows?" said Roger. "Maybe a ghost told her?"
"Doubtful, ghosts don't seem overly interested in who the living fuck, and there weren't any ghosts in here that night."
"Maybe it was invisible."
"Just shut u....." Michael stopped mid-sentence. It finally fucking clicked. "Potter."
"Potter? Like Harry Potter?"
"Yeah, Harry Potter!"
"Umm how?" asked Roger, looking skeptical.
"Potter's got an invisibility cloak, I heard Seamus mention it once. That's how she knew! Potter must've snuck in here to spy on me, or hurt me, or something for fucking Ginny. Then he must've overheard our conversation."
"Fuck. I would LOVE to have an invisibility cloak."
"You and me both," said Michael, fantasizing. That shit-eating grin crept back up. "And we're gonna get it."
It was Saturday morning and Ms. Davies heard a knock at the door.
She opened it to find that it was Michael.
"Michael, what are you doing here?" asked Ms. Davies.
"I just came to apologize for what happened during our lesson," said Michael, "and tell you that I really think that it helped, and I want to keep doing them if you'd be okay with that?"
"Yes, of course I am. And you don't need to be sorry, ok? It was an accident, and you were a gentleman about it."
"Great, thanks, I really appreciate it. You're my favorite teacher and I really enjoyed the lesson."
"I bet you did," she said knowingly.
"I didn't mean it like th...."
"Michael, it's ok," she interrupted, smiling.
"It is?" said Michael, his cock hardening.
"Yes. I know what boys are like. Hell, even what men are like. One thing doesn't change. I know you didn't mean to do it, but you don't have to lie about it."
"Ok."
"As for the next lesson, when do you want to do it?"
"Does now work?" he asked.
"Now?"
"Yeah, I'm really anxious to get started."
"Yeah, alright. Come on in, I'll go get dressed."
They spent the next half hour practicing. Michael was sure to make it seem like he was making progress, little by little.
Which was much harder than he originally thought. Forgetting things you know is not an easy thing, nor is it easy to fake incompetence.
What was even harder was going through the lesson knowing her perfect tits were just a spell out of sight. But he knew that doing it a second time would not be viewed as a coincidence.
He needed a new strategy.
After they finished, she offered to make him tea, and he accepted. They talked for 15 minutes, as he continuously made her laugh and smile. He was making progress and she was comfortable with him. Now it was time for something risky.
"Professor Davies, can I ask you for something?" he asked, feigning total bashfulness.
"Sure, Michael. What about?"
"It's about... Never mind."
"You can ask me. I'm your Professor, I'm learned in all things," she joked to put him at ease. "Besides, now you've got me interested."
"It's about sex."
"Oh." She looked taken aback.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up."
"No. No, that's fine, umm. I'm your Professor, and I guess it's ok if you ask me about sex," she said, blushing slightly. "So... What about sex?"
"Well, it's not so much one question, as it is a bunch of questions. It's just that Hogwarts doesn't teach about it, and my parents have never talked about it, so I thought I'd ask you."
"Ok, umm, well what's your first question?"
"It's about...about penis size," he said, looking really uncomfortable, but feeling his cock grow.
"Penis size?" she asked, her eyes bulging.
"Yeah, it's just that I heard that 6 inches was average, and....and well mine is only just 6 inches when I'm not aroused, and I'm just worried that I might not be able to...to satisfy a woman."
"Six inches when you're not aroused?" she asked, curious. "How big is it when you are?"
She realized how very inappropriate that question was and was about to stop him when he answered.
"9 inches."
She couldn't help stealing a glance at his crotch.
"Well, Michael, that should be more than enough to satisfy any woman. And the average penis is 6 inches when... excited."
"Oh, that makes more sense... Well for my second question. It's about masturbation."
"Ok."
"Is it ok to do? I mean, I've heard people say that it's wrong, and you shouldn't do it, but... Is it?"
"No, masturbation isn't wrong. It's natural. Everybody does it."
"Except women."
"No, women do it too."
"Even you?" Michael looked horrified.
"I'm so sorry?"
"Stop apologizing, Michael... Yes... Even me," she said, her face beet red.
"How do women masturbate?" Michael asked, wondering if that was too far.
What have I gotten myself into, she thought. I'm in this now. I might as well give him a proper education.
"Well, different women do it differently. Some like toys... Some just use their fingers... And some don't even... enter the vagina. They just stimulate their clitoris."
"Do women feel pleasure through their breasts?" Michael asked, taking it a step further.
"Yes, stimulating the nipple feels good," she said, wishing she hadn't phrased it to sound so personal.
"Is...."
"Michael. For the last time, I'm your teacher and you can ask me anything."
Gotcha, thought Michael, and he went in for his final question.
"Is it possible for you to....to show me what a naked woman looks like?"
Silence....Then,
"I don't think th....."
"I'm so sorry, it was such a rude question. It just popped into my head, I'm so sorry. I'll go," said Michael, and he stood up.
"Michael, you don't have to go," said Ms. Davies.
"No, I should, I'm sorry." And Michael quickly left her there alone, and it would've driven him mad to know that minutes after he left she had to change her underwear to something less wet.
(Scene change)
For the next little while, Harry tailed Michael whenever he was near Ginny.
His goal was to simply stop him from humiliating her any further. He had tried to recruit Hermione to his cause, but she was reluctant to get involved.
"Ginny's a strong girl, Harry," she had said. "She can take care of herself."
All those brains, and newfound experience, and she was still being naive. Michael is a master manipulator, a sexual deviant who needs to be stopped.
And so he stopped them, or at least he was so far successful. They hadn't been together since the day he spied on Michael and the others.
Every time they were in the same vicinity during free time, Harry would be there offering to play a game of Exploding Snap, or would ensure that they weren't alone.
But unfortunately, he couldn't always be there.
On Saturday, Harry awoke early in the morning and checked the map. Scanning it, he scowled as he saw Ginny and Michael's names bumping together in an unused classroom on the 7th floor.
He got dressed, grabbed his wand and invisibility cloak, and set off to ruin their fun. Specifically Michael's.
He reached the door and was about to check the map again when he heard Ginny moan. Slowly, he opened the door, in his invisibility cloak, and went inside.
As soon as he entered, the smell of sex filled his nostrils, sadistically complementing the sounds filling his ears.
However, the worst assault on his senses was the sight before his eyes. Ginny was on her back with her eyes closed as Michael was furiously pounding her naked body on an old large desk. She was screaming dirty words like, "Oh Michael, it feels so good," "Your cock is so big," "You will ruin me for anyone else." Harry was thinking about which jinx to put on Michael when suddenly he couldn't move.
Michael had his wand in his hand. He had petrified Harry, who was too distracted to notice.
Michael put his wand away as Ginny had another orgasm; he squeezed her boobs and sucked on her nipples, while his hands started groping her tight ass, taking each of her ass cheeks into his palms and thrusting faster into her.
Michael was nearly there himself. He picked up his pace, the sound of their skin slapping together reverberating throughout the room. Michael's face tensed up and he groaned, as he filled her tight pussy with his cum and kissed her lips and sucked on her tongue, roughly playing with it and swapping his saliva.
He slipped his cock out and watched his sperm seep out of her pink pussy, smirking that irritating way he does.
Ginny got up and cast a cleaning spell on her freshly fucked pussy, removing Michael's cum, and they both started to get dressed.
"How was that darling?" Michael asked, going towards her and hugging her from the back, staring at the air where he somehow knew Harry was standing, petrified.
"Same as ever," replied Ginny, pulling up her skirt. "It was amazing, but now I need a shower."
"Want me to lather you up?" Michael asked, while both his hands were kneading her tits, biting on her earlobe.
"No, I want to feel clean, not even dirtier. Maybe some other time?"
Ginny, fully dressed, adjusted herself and went to walk out of the classroom.
"One last peek, baby?" Michael asked, as Ginny looked back in the doorway, out of Harry's view. She bit her lip as she lifted her skirt, giving him a final view of her thong-covered ass.
Now that they were alone, Michael walked over to where Harry was and pulled off the invisibility cloak, wrapping it up in his arms.
"Detection spell, Potter. I didn't want you ruining my fun with Ginny like you ruined it with Hermione.
But that won't last too long. That sexy little bookworm'll be bouncing on my dick in no time. You shouldn't have fucked with me, Potter and by the way thanks for this." And Michael walked away, leaving Harry alone in the classroom.
Authors Note:-
Well..... Things are going nicely...
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