Hogwarts Legacy Oneshots

*The 'Real' Polyjuice Plot (Part II)*

(written by Belilula, edited by Abidolly)

Characters: Madam Kogawa, Headmaster Black

Warning: 18+, NSFW, physical, mental and sexualised violence (BDSM), hard language, humiliations

Author's note: Oh that is a whole new topic for me. Wow. I have no idea what got into me there, but I had fun writing it, hope you enjoy it! :)

Editor's note: This is written by an adult for adults, anyone less than 18 (and I know you are reading this, because I see statistics), OUT OF HERE!

Description: As a continuation of the previous part. Headmaster Black and Madam Kogawa "discuss" their dispute from earlier.

Madam Kogawa's POV

I was still annoyed at his behaviour as I stomped across the yard to get to my office. I snorted in anger and yanked open my office door. "My precious Chiyo, my beautiful and lovely Darling, I've missed you so so much." Phineas rushed at me and fell to his knees in front of me. My legs were covered in kisses, annoyed I stepped aside and sat down at my desk.

"How dare you, Dog. You've behaved very, very badly." he stared at me with huge eyes, the corners of his mouth turned down exaggeratedly. He looked like a hand puppet, funny but also very stupid.

"What have I done, sweetheart, I was just waiting here for you. I even skipped my meeting with Professor Fig for you. Just so I can see you!"

"Have you forgotten what the rules are, Dog? Do you want me to repeat them for you?" I spat at him. His behaviour pissed me off. As if he wasn't quite aware that the Quidditch subject made me emotional. And I hated that. Emotions.

"My wonderful honeybee, I can assure you, I know the rules, but I.." he babbled.

"Shut up! You know the rules and yet you broke them! And you know the consequences too. Come on, get the procedure started!" I was slowly starting to enjoy the game again.

*

The final work was finally corrected, I signed 'Kogawa' and put the stamp on my signature. How nice that I could spoil a student's weekend again. I wasn't a bad teacher, but I didn't tolerate laziness.

A hesitant 'Ehem' signalled that Phineas had prepared the procedure. I turned and saw that he was peering through the slit in the trapdoor that made the entrance to our special cellar. I hung my cape on the hooks on the wall and fully opened the door and made sure to carefully lean it onto the wall behind it. As I jumped down the last step of the ladder, I could smell the candles, cold sweat, and leather.

Phineas was standing with his back to me against the wall. Next to him there was a shelf with the utensils and tools. The wardrobe was already open and everything was well displayed, just how I liked it.

I let my eyes wander over the straps and leather pieces, ran my fingers over the different fabrics and finally settled on handcrafted black pants with a sewn-in zipper right down the middle. For the top I chose a harness with two straps, one on the chest and one on the neck.

The choice of leash was not difficult for me. I only had one. Just like a real quidditch player only had one single broom, I only had one single leash that felt good in my hands and didn't cut in when it came to a sudden pull. Just the thought of it made me wet as a rainforest.

I laid his clothes on the small table and put my outfit on. For me today it was simple but practical. A long black leather dress with a slit to the waist and a wide neckline.

When we were both in our new clothes, I took a few steps towards him. He was still standing against the wall with his back to me. The candlelight left a pretty glow on his pale skin. The back muscles were easy to see, I knew for sure that I would bite into them tonight.