Wizarding World One Shots (Discontinued)

as many ways No. 5

[as many ways to make a teacher blush]
No.5

'His mouth, so hot, kissing my neck. Oh, how I want that mouth all over my body, to devour me. I want his hands to touch my skin. I want to know if he'll blush as he takes me for the first time...'

"Can we talk?"

Harry kept staring at his diary. He didn't bother with looking up.

"Harry?" Hermione sat down next to her friend. "Is something wrong?"

Harry looked up at her, grinning. "Nothing at all." He pulled the collar of his shirt down to show her the large hickey.

"Did he do that?" Hermione squealed. She hugged him quickly. "You've just got to tell me what happened."

"Oi, Harry. What do you want everyone to do?" Seamus yelled from his position on his broom.

Harry looked up. "I want the beaters to work on passing, everyone else has to try and take it from them."

All the Quidditch players nodded and set off for their task.

"Can you hand me my broom?" Harry asked as he picked up his polishing kit.

"So?"

"What?" Harry smirked as he dipped his fingers into the polish and ran them along his broom handle.

"Between you and - ."

Harry silenced her with a finger to his lips. Slowly he mouthed 'he's watching' and rolled his eye to the far side of the stadium seats.

Pretending to get a piece of parchment, Hermione looked in the direction Harry had hinted at. She turned back around with a smile.

"He's moving closer." Harry murmured, ideally stroking his broom with his slick hands.

"And what are you going to do about it?"

"Nothing." Harry grinned. "Do you think he's close enough to hear?"

Hermione just shook her head and left him to his broom.

Harry looked slightly to his left, his eyes locking with Snape's. He smiled and gripped his broom harder, rubbing it in long strokes. "Hello Professor. Did you come to spy on my team?"

Snape didn't say anything and he didn't move. He just watched Harry's hands glide over the shinny handle, a moan meeting Harry's ears.

"I haven't been able to study, every time I go to the Library, I feel you behind me." Harry got more polish from the container and started the second coat on his broom.

Snape licked his dry lips. It was very tempting to just go over and bugger the brat in front of everyone. His thoughts were interrupted by Harry moaning.

The sight of Harry rubbing his hands along the length of the broom, rocking his hips, his head thrown back; it almost made Snape come right there.

"I think about you... I've always thought about you. Only you." Harry turned his head to look at Snape again. His eyes were bright with his arousal. He smiled at Snape's red face.