Broom Closet Encounters - Teaching Positions

Padma levitated a row of chairs into a stack against the wall.

"Thank you for coming, Harry." Padma smiled at him. "I don't know who else to ask on such short notice."

"Of course." Harry flashed a smile back at her. "I know how horrible some of the Defense teachers are. All of the ones we had were a mixed bag. I can't imagine who could be worse. At least they can't try to kill me if I'm the one teaching."

"I can't argue with that logic." Padma laughed. "Still, I was the one that asked you to teach this year."

It turned out that the Curse on the Defense Professor position wasn't attached to Riddle. He had only placed his Horcrux in the Room of Requirement. The person who placed it was the professor that had actually been hired the same year instead of Riddle who made it. An accident claimed the professors left eye and they had decided that Hogwarts was to blame, not their own carelessness. They managed to set the curse so that it was powered by the residual magic released in the room. World Class curse -breakers had been able to stop further accumulation, but it had enough power to last for at least another twenty years.

Padma Patil had become Deputy-Headmistress after Flitwick retired. She was the youngest to hold the office, but she had done wonders in her short time. It was under her guidance they were able to diagnose the curse. She also managed to find a way to partially circumvent it. The curse didn't allow any person to hold the position longer than a year. Consecutively. It took some adjustment to the contracts, but she managed to settle on a rotation of teachers that switched out every three months.

The next change wasn't supposed to be for another month and the situation would have worked out fine if Susan Bones hadn't had her water break mid-lesson. Thankfully, it was a fifth-year class so the firsties were spared a traumatic encounter.

Padma had asked Harry to step in for the brief period until the next professor took over. Harry agreed easily. One, because he needed something to do, and two, because Susan wouldn't have been pregnant if not for an agreement they had come up with last year. She needed to continue the Bones family line and there were only a few wizards she trusted not to make it a power struggle. The fact that her wife, Katie Bones nee Bell, helped in the conception process was also a plus.

He and Ginny had taken a break so she could pursue her Quidditch career. She didn't want to settle down with a family until she had a full go of it. Harry understood, he wasn't going to stop her from her dreams. He had thought being an Auror would keep him distracted, but it took less than a year to realize that it was not the life he wanted. It was nice to step away from all the chaos and conflict now that he wasn't the focus of all of it.

He focused his attention on Teddy, which meant he spent a lot of time with Andromeda. It was nice, but it left him with a lot of spare time. He considered asking Padma to be put in the normal rotation. It really depended on how well the time went.

"I know that you'll do great." Padma smiled at him. "You did amazing in our sixth year. After all this time, I'm sure you'll do even better with the extra experience."

"Oh, I've got plenty of experience." Harry chuckled.

He paused when he realized how that sounded.

"I'm sure you do." Padma teased. "If you like it, maybe I can convince you to stay on for the next rotation. The plan has worked well so far. A full rotation is three months, but we could make it work for six. As long as it's not a full year."

They finished adjusting the classroom to Harry's specifications for his classes. He was going to be focusing on practical applications of the spell-work with some theory mingled in. His experience with the DA as well as the time training for the Aurors was taught as such. Of course, he was going to focus on defense as the main goal. Fighting was great, but it was better to stay alive than go down in the blaze of glory.

"All finished." Padma smiled over at him.

They both walked over to the door. It didn't budge when she pulled on it. She flashed him a nervous look and tried again. Nothing. Harry stepped closer and gave it a try as well. It didn't move at all. A familiar giggle faded down the hall.

"Peeves." Harry groaned.

It was then that he realized how incredibly close the two had gotten. A quick look at the other made them both blush. Harry tucked an errant stand of hair behind her ear. Padma gasped at his touch. Her hands tentatively reached out to him. Carefully, she enveloped him in a hug. She nuzzled his neck with her nose. Harry let out a soft sigh at her touch.

Padma pulled back to look him in the face once more.

"Your lips look so soft." She whispered.

Harry smiled. That was it. Her desire took over. Padma's grip shifted from his torse to the back of his head. She pulled him closer, capturing his lips in a hurried kiss. Harry froze for a moment before replying with equal passion. He pushed her away once her tongue had slipped past his lips.

"What are you doing?" Padma asked breathlessly.

"Are you sure about this?" Harry asked.

"Fuck yes." She growled.

Padma climbed onto him, straddling his lap. She kissed him hard, running her hands through his hair. His hands began to explore her body, running up and down her torso. Even then, he was gentle. His explorations never going beyond a slight brush against the side of her breast and never reaching below her waist.

Padma moaned as his deft fingers ran up the back of her neck. He gripped a handful of her hair, just tight enough to pull her head back. Harry attacked the newly exposed stretch of skin. Padma closed her eyes and shuddered as she felt the glorious sting of his teeth.

Her hands pressed against his chest, reveling in the feel of the muscle that most wizards neglected. She had seen Harry a couple of times with his shirt off. It was completely on accident, and she hadn't planned on walking in on him as he stripped down after he took a long flight. Padma wasn't too proud to admit it, there was just something about a muscular guy that did it for her. Not like those bodybuilder or action movie types, but the real muscle.

She growled in frustration. His fancy robes were in the way. Padma's hands scrambled lower, finding the edge of his clothes before beginning to work them loose. Harry chuckled. She glared at him. The complete lack of ill intent in his eyes melted her frustration.

Harry scooted back just enough to give her some more room. He pulled off his robe. Classic wizarding attire wasn't his favorite style, the fact that it took so long to get undressed was one of the many issues. Padma began to unbutton his shirt while his arms were raised. She had it undone before he could finish pulling off his sweater. Padma grabbed the bottom of the shirt, untucking it completely. The only thing holding it on were the sleeves.

She dragged a moan from him as she began to assault his chest. Padma's fingertips explored the expanse of flesh. Her lips and teeth chased right behind, sure to leave a trail of marks as she went. Harry let out a long, low groan as her teeth found his neck. Padma quickly undid his belt and worked his zipper down.

"Padma." Harry growled, freezing her hands mid-motion. "If you do that, there's no going back."

Padma gave him a coy smile as her hand reached into his pants and began to stroke his already hard member through his boxers. He leaned his head back, letting out a deep breath. Her smile turned triumphant; she was puddy in her hands.

She let out a little squeak as their eyes met once more. His gaze was full of raging, feral lust. The beautiful emerald eyes were practically glowing. Harry lifted her higher, his arms hooked under her legs. His strong hands tore her underwear from her body, letting the shred drift to the floor. The world shifted as she found herself lying on her back on the table where she had previously set out their study supplies.

Her heart was hammering against her chest. This wasn't how she thought tonight was going to go. Yet, looking at Harry, she didn't feel anything but safe. He cared for her. She propped herself up on her elbows watching as he unveiled his cock.

Padma was many things, but a connoisseur of male genitalia was not one of them. Even so, she knew he was a wonderful specimen. His cock was long enough to be enticing without being scary. It was smooth with a nice thick swell along the shaft.

Harry stood, waiting for something. Padma nodded to him, trying to get him to continue. Instead of pushing forward, he dropped to his knees before her. Padma leaned over to say something to him only for her voice stopped working as he leaned forward. His incredibly wide tongue lapped along the length of her slit. He continued on, each long lick ending with a wiggle on her clit.

"Fuck. Oh, fucking fuck." Padma yelled.

He shifted forward, grabbing her thighs, and pulling her closer to the edge of the table. His tongue speared through her lower lips, reaching beyond. Padma shook as his tongue rolled inside of her. Her hands banged out a wild rhythm on the table as a string of orgasms rocketed through her body.

"I think you're ready." Harry tapped his friend on the shoulder.

Harry straightened his posture before he stepped away to get in front of her.

"So gorgeous." Harry whispered as he returned to the spot before her.

Padma let out a shaky breath. She gasped as she felt the head of his cock slide along her freshly moistened pussy.

"After this, you're mine." Harry said.

Padma nodded. "I trust you."

Something in his eyes shifted. The tips of his cock trailed lower, aligning with her waiting heat. Steadily, he pushed in. They both moaned as his member sank deeper. Padma's eyes fluttered as she felt the ridge of his helmet brush against her G-Spot.

Just when she thought he was going to bottom out, he pulled back. The process started again with a smooth, firm pace. Each time he would press deeper until finally she took his entire length. He lifted her legs, increasing how far he could reach.

The tempo increased. Slow at first, then soon their hips were clapping together. Padma gripped his strong arms as he worked her body like a fine instrument. He lifted her shirt up, exposing the cute bra that held her pert breasts. Another quick rip sent her remaining undergarments to the floor in shreds. His nimble fingers pinched her nipple in time with a particularly hard thrust. Padma's eyes rolled back in her head as another orgasm sparked a fire along her body.

Her world shifted again as Harry lifted her from the table. She fell forward onto his chest. Her mouth clamped down on his shoulder, muffling her cry as gravity forced her even lower onto his cock. His thrusts became deeper, each one bouncing her upward at the pinnacle. She would flop back down, sending his cock hard enough to push the air from her lungs.

Those words sent her over the edge once again. She leaned close and placed a quick kiss on his lips. His mouth still tasted of her flavor. Harry blushed. Padma cooed at him, finding his shyness incredibly cute.

A dexterous, moist finger slid along her tight rosebud.

Padma screamed as the hardest orgasm she had ever played havoc along her body, making her shudder from the stimuli. It was a wonderful sense of floating, free from the stress of the world. A warmth bloomed deep inside her, embracing her core. A fuck drunk smile played across her lips. Harry rested her back on the table. He slowly pulled out, treasuring each moment his length was still inside her. A stream of his seed dripped out of her well fucked lower lips.

"Are you sure you don't want to stay on for the rest of the year?" Padma asked with a lazy smile.