Harry Potter Professor Novels & Stories

On the other side of the door, Selly clamped her own hand over her mouth, desperate to swallow every moan. She hadn’t expected Professor Alex Harrington to summon her the second class ended, let alone demand she satisfy his forbidden hunger right here on campus. The lecturer’s office was dead quiet, the kind of silence that amplifies every heartbeat. Selly’s breath came in ragged gasps. Professor Alex Harrington—late fifties, still built like a linebacker, with a stare that made the girls whisper—loomed over her, a smug curve on his lips. His white shirt hung open at the collar, sweat glistening across the hard planes of his chest.

I almost smiled at him but I caught myself before I could do that. “As I was saying, before I was interrupted," the man started, staring directly at me, “my ways of teaching are quite different from anything you're used to. I tend to get.. intense, at times. For those who just joined us, my name is Professor Matthews and I would be taking you Advanced Literature. Brace yourselves, guys, because there is no room for slackers in any class of mine.” All through his teaching, I was unable to take my eyes off of him. He had a way of capturing people's attention and he could have had mine all day without any interruption.

He could feel a powerful aura coming from the two men, he could tell that the men were more powerful than his superiors and would be able to kill him on the spot if he didn't shut up. He might be a general in the army but he wouldn't amount to anything in front of these two men. He could see the expression of Alex and the professor so he was sure something was wrong. Also, he could feel a strong hostility coming from them. "Professor, it's been a long time," Harry smiled as he walked closer to the professor. "You look like you're not happy to see us here," Richard smirked. "What are you both doing here?" Professor Wilfred frowned looking at the men.

I have never seen a book or wand made out of elements, I just thought it was unnecessary because book and wand made out of elements? Seeing that no one has their answer or isn't confident, Professor James just smiled at us. As if he was expecting this type of reaction. "That is because of spirituality," he said and wrote the word 'spirituality' on the board. He faces us and slightly combs his dark orange hair backwards as some of his bangs touch his eyes.

Feeling wet and uncomfortable, I don’t focus on most part of the lesson as my eyes are glued to this man. Professor Quinn? Standing tall in front of the class in a pair of classy black dressed pants, square rimmed glasses that makes his nose pointier, and his beard. Everything about this man screams wealth and dangerous mixed together. I should focus, but I find it hard when my Professor is the same man who had had his fingers rubbing my panties until I cum shamefully, screaming profanities at the same time. With rosy cheeks, I lift my head from my desk to face this man, and I gasp when I notice his eyes on me.

The teacher at the time spoke a little about him before starting the class. "Before we start I want to say a few words for his deceased classmate, he made bad decisions that led him down the wrong path, it's a pity he ended up like that, but he himself decided to live like that." I was silent after hearing those words, maybe Harold was much more dangerous and crazy than I thought. The professor kept on doing giving his class and wrote down the topic we were going to see today. It was all pure theory, and it was a bit sleepy, but he could make us a partial of it or a pop quiz. It was typical of all the professors at this university.

2 XAVIER I thank whatever fucking god that all of these idiots are finally done with this class. I have taught English literature for three years now. Each year has been a different experience for me. The first year was by far the best. I was a new professor. Twenty three years old. I was so excited for my first real year teaching. I was excited to prove to the world that I didn't get the job just because my father is the dean. At the start of my first year of teaching, I was the shiny new toy. All of my students loved me, and seemed to love my teachings.

I roll my eyes as I quickly follow after my professor who seemed to want to run away from them. I reach him as he unlocked the doors to his office, “After you.” He says with a sweep of hand. I giggle, glad to be alone with him again. “I do like a gentleman.” “Too bad what you got was a gentle professor right?” he says as he locks the door behind him. “Did I get a gentle professor or a naughty professor?” He slides up to me, our bodies barely touching, our eyes drinking each other up. “Which do you want now? I can be your gentle professor, or your naughty professor.” He says as he locks me up effortlessly and plops me down on his mahogany table.

Said an old witch that was wearing an outdated nurse dress robe. "Argus Filch, caretaker and Mrs. Norris owner." Said the old balding man. He seemed excited at the prospect to have his pet back. "Professor Minerva Mcgonagall, Head of Gryffindor House, Deputy-Headmistress and Transfiguration Mistress of the castle." Said the well dressed old witch. "Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Headmaster." Said the actual Headmaster with a haughty tone. At the last introduction, Lord Ravenclaw just let out a low whistle and immediately said.

her voice is always melodic, but at this moment it is also seductive, drawing me closer. “I don’t want …” Stacey leans in closer. “...Stacey I….” Our mouths are almost touching and… “Hey Sammy,” a shrill voice cuts through my mental fog, bringing me back to reality. I had almost kissed Stacey. Stacey turns to the person on the trail and hisses like an angry cat. “What do you want.” “To give my TA his bag,” Professor Davis saunters over to me. Standing very close, she looks over at Stacey as she places the bag over my shoulder, holding onto my shoulder possessively.