Happy Birthday Alaana!!!
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marguerite_26Happy Birthday Alaana!!! I had hoped you would get a chance to read this before hopping on the plane, but I'm afraid that might not happen. Maybe someone will print it and slip it to you over Margaritas. :D
Title: Professor Potter’s First Day
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, age disparity
Word Count: ~1700
Pairing: Harry/Scorpius
Summary: It is Professor Potter’s first day as guest lecturer and Scorpius wants him to do well.
Author's Note: For the lovely![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
alaana_fair. Happy Birthday! As requested, this is a little PWP excerpt from the Seventeen series. Though this story does stand on its own (kinda), it is intended to be read after The Silver Knickers.
Beta credit tosilenceofcedars and piratesmile331, thank you both so much!
Professor Potter’s First Day
Scorpius was seriously questioning the cleverness behind this clever plan. He knew Harry was nervous and he wanted desperately to show his support, but there hadn’t been time! Professor Korman had assigned fifty centimeters (fifty centimeters!) on the risks of Thaumogenesis, due in Monday afternoon’s Charms. Al hadn’t let Scorpius out of his sight all weekend.
Scorpius and Harry had worked hard to be discreet these last few weeks; he wasn’t about to blow it by making Al suspicious that he had a ‘secret paramour’ again. But now, having Harry right here in the castle was making discretion (by which he meant barely ever talking to each other) far more difficult than Scorpius expected.
Scorpius shifted uncomfortably in the confined space. The floor was hard and cold on his knees. He was going to get arthritis. This was for Harry, he reminded himself. It would all be worth it.
If Harry ever arrived, that is.
Hogwarts was abuzz with the rumour that the Great Harry Potter would be guest lecturing to prepare for the twenty-fifth anniversary of the re-opening of Hogwarts. Harry’s first lecture to start a week of History of Magic lessons was this morning. It wouldn’t do for the Professor to be late. Actually, Scorpius had counted on Harry being early. He had assumed that Harry would have a quick breakfast and slip into the classroom to review his lecture notes before the students arrived.
It was a perfectly logical assumption. And now Harry was acting unpredictable and Scorpius was seriously questioning why he’d gone through the trouble of blowing off his friends, stealing Al’s invisibility cloak and hiding under a desk when he could be having a leisurely breakfast. Just like Harry, apparently.
The massive wooden door to the History of Magic classroom creaked open and a familiar confident stride told him he wasn’t wrong at all, just a little off on the timing. A cool tickle started at the base of his neck as insecurity suddenly flooded through him.
The chair in front of him pulled out and a second later he had to dodge a pair of knees cramming into the already occupied spot beneath the desk.
A loud thud echoed around him as a briefcase hit the top of the desk, Harry cleared his throat, parchment rustled, a quill scratched.
And Harry cleared his throat, again. It was an odd nervous habit of his. Scorpius and Al would look at each other in dread when they heard that sound outside Al’s bedroom door. One time, they’d heard it three times in quick succession before the door had opened and Harry (Mr. Potter, then) had walked in carrying Al’s porn collection. It had been found – apparently by Lily – in the not-so-secret hiding spot in the attic during spring cleaning.
The quill scratched some more on the wood directly above Scorpius’s head. Harry cleared his throat. Again.
After taking a deep breath, Scorpius reached out and gently grabbed Harry’s knee.
The knee flew upwards, banging into the desk. Harry’s jump sent both Harry and the chair tumbling to the floor, and his wand pointed expertly at the invisible Scorpius. It occurred to Scorpius then that he probably should have spoken first before startling Harry Potter.
Peeking out from behind the invisibility cloak, he whispered, “Harry, I’m sorry. It’s just me.”
Still sprawled on the floor, Harry lowered his wand and caught his breath. “Scorpius!” He panted, “Scorpius, you nearly got yourself hexed to within an inch of your life. What are you doing? I have class in ten minutes.”
“Well, I though you’d be earlier than this! I figured you’d come here to get ready and I could wish you good luck.” –Scorpius paused dramatically and pouted his bottom lip– “Maybe help you relax a bit.”
Harry’s eyes widened. “Oh no, Scorpius, really this is not the time.” Harry explained with that tone parents use, . The one custom-made for a child wanting to go play another game of Quidditch before bed.
Scorpius stared at the floor. The burning in his chest at the rejection was festering, but he refused to think on it. “I just hate to see you so nervous,” he said in a soft voice, praying for his eyes to stop stinging. He had a valid reason for being here. He was not a child looking for attention. “Your first class is Slytherin/Gryffindor. You need to choose your words carefully so that you aren’t making the war an extension of house rivalries. You’re going to need to be sharp, not fumbling for words. They’ll eat you alive with how nervous you are.”
“I’m going to fumble my words if I’m lecturing half-hard because I’m picturing you beneath my desk.”
Scorpius smirked and glanced down at Harry’s crotch. The tightness in his chest released, a bit.
“No, you don’t.” Before Scorpius could get a proper look, Harry was standing, righting the chair and placing it in front of him like a big wooden chastity belt.
“Thank you, I appreciate what you–” Harry stopped at the squeak of the door.
Two young girls entered, their heads bent together oblivious to anything other than a juicy bit of gossip they were likely sharing.
Harry’s eyes darted to his desk but Scorpius had already covered himself with the cloak. Scorpius made no move to leave.
Harry reluctantly moved his chair back to his desk and sat. This time when Scorpius placed his hand on Harry’s knee, there was only the slightest reflexive jolt. Harry cleared his throat. It sounded like a nervous plea.
Scorpius ignored it.
This was going to help Harry be amazing. He would be grateful. Eventually.
Scorpius cast a whispered Silencio around the desk, so the girls would not hear the zipper being lowered.
He pictured Harry’s hands spread wide on the top of his desk, knuckles white and finger tips red as he pressed them hard against the grain, trying not to move a muscle. Maybe he was biting his lip to stop the groan, his eyes staring unseeing at his precious notes.
Scorpius edged down Harry’s pants just to the base of his cock, just enough that he could wrap his fingers around it and tilt it forward.
Harry was almost fully erect by the time Scorpius’s lips closed over the tip. He swirled his tongue around the bulb and then teased the slit with quick flicks.
Harry’s legs opened wider, his hips tilting a fraction. Still, he made no sound.
Scorpius plunged forward, letting the cock slide past the small ‘o’ of his lips.
The door opened again; a boisterous conversation regarding all the sordid details of who had just been fired by the Cannons broke through the near silence of the classroom.
Scorpius didn’t care. All that mattered was the weight of the prick in his mouth. He needed to do this fast and hard. He sucked in his cheeks, relaxed his throat and let the cock bump the roof of his mouth. Tightening his lips further, he pulled back and plunged forward again and again. Every few strokes he would pull out entirely and tickle and tease from base to tip with feather light swipes of his tongue, before swallowing him again.
The noise of the classroom increased with each new student. There was jeering about the next match, whose Keeper was useless and whose Beater was a cheat. He wondered if Harry had broken into a sweat, if his eyes were shut tight. It wouldn’t be long now.
His jaw ached. He would be hoarse for the next few days. Again and again he increased his sucking and his speed and his depth, pounding the cock against the back of this throat until his eyes watered.
Still, Harry made no sound. Then suddenly the tiniest tilt of Harry’s hips and his legs were trembling and Scorpius’s mouth was filled. He swallowed all he could; what he couldn’t dripped down his chin and onto Al’s cloak.
Gently he licked the cock clean, tucked it into Harry’s pants and carefully raised the zip.
Scorpius had barely caught his breath when Harry’s chair pulled away and his small space was flooded with light.
The classroom quieted immediately.
When Harry spoke his voice was strong and sure.
“Good morning class. My name is Harry Potter.” –he paused for the gasps and murmurs to die down– “You have all heard at least something of me and of the war that took place here, within the very walls of this school. I am here this week to set the record straight and to give you a true history lesson.”
Scorpius let the voice wash over him. Harry Potter in his element was a thing of beauty. He carried authority like some men wore well-tailored robes. You couldn’t help but pause and appreciate. Scorpius’s cheeks were hot with desire and lust and pride.
He cast a cushioning charm on the floor beneath him. He could think of no better way to spend the next hour: with his hand on his cock, listening to the deep, smooth voice of his boyfriend, the Savior of the Wizarding World.
~fin~
Read the next installment: All the Time in the World
Title: Professor Potter’s First Day
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, age disparity
Word Count: ~1700
Pairing: Harry/Scorpius
Summary: It is Professor Potter’s first day as guest lecturer and Scorpius wants him to do well.
Author's Note: For the lovely
alaana_fair. Happy Birthday! As requested, this is a little PWP excerpt from the Seventeen series. Though this story does stand on its own (kinda), it is intended to be read after The Silver Knickers.Beta credit to
silenceofcedars and piratesmile331, thank you both so much!Professor Potter’s First Day
Scorpius was seriously questioning the cleverness behind this clever plan. He knew Harry was nervous and he wanted desperately to show his support, but there hadn’t been time! Professor Korman had assigned fifty centimeters (fifty centimeters!) on the risks of Thaumogenesis, due in Monday afternoon’s Charms. Al hadn’t let Scorpius out of his sight all weekend.
Scorpius and Harry had worked hard to be discreet these last few weeks; he wasn’t about to blow it by making Al suspicious that he had a ‘secret paramour’ again. But now, having Harry right here in the castle was making discretion (by which he meant barely ever talking to each other) far more difficult than Scorpius expected.
Scorpius shifted uncomfortably in the confined space. The floor was hard and cold on his knees. He was going to get arthritis. This was for Harry, he reminded himself. It would all be worth it.
If Harry ever arrived, that is.
Hogwarts was abuzz with the rumour that the Great Harry Potter would be guest lecturing to prepare for the twenty-fifth anniversary of the re-opening of Hogwarts. Harry’s first lecture to start a week of History of Magic lessons was this morning. It wouldn’t do for the Professor to be late. Actually, Scorpius had counted on Harry being early. He had assumed that Harry would have a quick breakfast and slip into the classroom to review his lecture notes before the students arrived.
It was a perfectly logical assumption. And now Harry was acting unpredictable and Scorpius was seriously questioning why he’d gone through the trouble of blowing off his friends, stealing Al’s invisibility cloak and hiding under a desk when he could be having a leisurely breakfast. Just like Harry, apparently.
The massive wooden door to the History of Magic classroom creaked open and a familiar confident stride told him he wasn’t wrong at all, just a little off on the timing. A cool tickle started at the base of his neck as insecurity suddenly flooded through him.
The chair in front of him pulled out and a second later he had to dodge a pair of knees cramming into the already occupied spot beneath the desk.
A loud thud echoed around him as a briefcase hit the top of the desk, Harry cleared his throat, parchment rustled, a quill scratched.
And Harry cleared his throat, again. It was an odd nervous habit of his. Scorpius and Al would look at each other in dread when they heard that sound outside Al’s bedroom door. One time, they’d heard it three times in quick succession before the door had opened and Harry (Mr. Potter, then) had walked in carrying Al’s porn collection. It had been found – apparently by Lily – in the not-so-secret hiding spot in the attic during spring cleaning.
The quill scratched some more on the wood directly above Scorpius’s head. Harry cleared his throat. Again.
After taking a deep breath, Scorpius reached out and gently grabbed Harry’s knee.
The knee flew upwards, banging into the desk. Harry’s jump sent both Harry and the chair tumbling to the floor, and his wand pointed expertly at the invisible Scorpius. It occurred to Scorpius then that he probably should have spoken first before startling Harry Potter.
Peeking out from behind the invisibility cloak, he whispered, “Harry, I’m sorry. It’s just me.”
Still sprawled on the floor, Harry lowered his wand and caught his breath. “Scorpius!” He panted, “Scorpius, you nearly got yourself hexed to within an inch of your life. What are you doing? I have class in ten minutes.”
“Well, I though you’d be earlier than this! I figured you’d come here to get ready and I could wish you good luck.” –Scorpius paused dramatically and pouted his bottom lip– “Maybe help you relax a bit.”
Harry’s eyes widened. “Oh no, Scorpius, really this is not the time.” Harry explained with that tone parents use, . The one custom-made for a child wanting to go play another game of Quidditch before bed.
Scorpius stared at the floor. The burning in his chest at the rejection was festering, but he refused to think on it. “I just hate to see you so nervous,” he said in a soft voice, praying for his eyes to stop stinging. He had a valid reason for being here. He was not a child looking for attention. “Your first class is Slytherin/Gryffindor. You need to choose your words carefully so that you aren’t making the war an extension of house rivalries. You’re going to need to be sharp, not fumbling for words. They’ll eat you alive with how nervous you are.”
“I’m going to fumble my words if I’m lecturing half-hard because I’m picturing you beneath my desk.”
Scorpius smirked and glanced down at Harry’s crotch. The tightness in his chest released, a bit.
“No, you don’t.” Before Scorpius could get a proper look, Harry was standing, righting the chair and placing it in front of him like a big wooden chastity belt.
“Thank you, I appreciate what you–” Harry stopped at the squeak of the door.
Two young girls entered, their heads bent together oblivious to anything other than a juicy bit of gossip they were likely sharing.
Harry’s eyes darted to his desk but Scorpius had already covered himself with the cloak. Scorpius made no move to leave.
Harry reluctantly moved his chair back to his desk and sat. This time when Scorpius placed his hand on Harry’s knee, there was only the slightest reflexive jolt. Harry cleared his throat. It sounded like a nervous plea.
Scorpius ignored it.
This was going to help Harry be amazing. He would be grateful. Eventually.
Scorpius cast a whispered Silencio around the desk, so the girls would not hear the zipper being lowered.
He pictured Harry’s hands spread wide on the top of his desk, knuckles white and finger tips red as he pressed them hard against the grain, trying not to move a muscle. Maybe he was biting his lip to stop the groan, his eyes staring unseeing at his precious notes.
Scorpius edged down Harry’s pants just to the base of his cock, just enough that he could wrap his fingers around it and tilt it forward.
Harry was almost fully erect by the time Scorpius’s lips closed over the tip. He swirled his tongue around the bulb and then teased the slit with quick flicks.
Harry’s legs opened wider, his hips tilting a fraction. Still, he made no sound.
Scorpius plunged forward, letting the cock slide past the small ‘o’ of his lips.
The door opened again; a boisterous conversation regarding all the sordid details of who had just been fired by the Cannons broke through the near silence of the classroom.
Scorpius didn’t care. All that mattered was the weight of the prick in his mouth. He needed to do this fast and hard. He sucked in his cheeks, relaxed his throat and let the cock bump the roof of his mouth. Tightening his lips further, he pulled back and plunged forward again and again. Every few strokes he would pull out entirely and tickle and tease from base to tip with feather light swipes of his tongue, before swallowing him again.
The noise of the classroom increased with each new student. There was jeering about the next match, whose Keeper was useless and whose Beater was a cheat. He wondered if Harry had broken into a sweat, if his eyes were shut tight. It wouldn’t be long now.
His jaw ached. He would be hoarse for the next few days. Again and again he increased his sucking and his speed and his depth, pounding the cock against the back of this throat until his eyes watered.
Still, Harry made no sound. Then suddenly the tiniest tilt of Harry’s hips and his legs were trembling and Scorpius’s mouth was filled. He swallowed all he could; what he couldn’t dripped down his chin and onto Al’s cloak.
Gently he licked the cock clean, tucked it into Harry’s pants and carefully raised the zip.
Scorpius had barely caught his breath when Harry’s chair pulled away and his small space was flooded with light.
The classroom quieted immediately.
When Harry spoke his voice was strong and sure.
“Good morning class. My name is Harry Potter.” –he paused for the gasps and murmurs to die down– “You have all heard at least something of me and of the war that took place here, within the very walls of this school. I am here this week to set the record straight and to give you a true history lesson.”
Scorpius let the voice wash over him. Harry Potter in his element was a thing of beauty. He carried authority like some men wore well-tailored robes. You couldn’t help but pause and appreciate. Scorpius’s cheeks were hot with desire and lust and pride.
He cast a cushioning charm on the floor beneath him. He could think of no better way to spend the next hour: with his hand on his cock, listening to the deep, smooth voice of his boyfriend, the Savior of the Wizarding World.
~fin~
Read the next installment: All the Time in the World
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